The following is a Śrīmad Bhāgavatam class given by H.H. Bhakti Charu Swami on 18 May 2009 at Hillsborough, USA.
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Śrīmad Bhāgavatam 7.9.18 - Chapter 9: Prahlāda Pacifies Lord Nṛsiḿhadeva with Prayers
The following is a Śrīmad Bhāgavatam class given by H.H. Bhakti Charu Swami on 18 May 2009 at Hillsborough, USA. To download the lecture, right click on the download link and choose either ldquo;Save link asrdquo; or ldquo;Save target asrdquo; Śrīmad Bhāgavatam 7.9.18 - Chapter 9: Prahlāda Pacifies Lord Nṛsiḿhadeva with PrayersThe following is a Śrīmad Bhāgavatam class given by H.H. Bhakti Charu Swami on 17 May 2009 at Hillsborough, USA.
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Śrīmad Bhāgavatam 4.3.17 - Chapter 3: Talks Between Lord Śiva and Satī
The following is a Śrīmad Bhāgavatam class given by H.H. Bhakti Charu Swami on 17 May 2009 at Hillsborough, USA. To download the lecture, right click on the download link and choose either ldquo;Save link asrdquo; or ldquo;Save target asrdquo; Śrīmad Bhāgavatam 4.3.17 - Chapter 3: Talks Between Lord Śiva and SatīThe following is a bhajan, ‘The Gopis Song of Separation’ and purport given by H.H. Bhakti Charu Swami on 17 May 2009 at Hillsborough, USA.
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The following is a bhajan, 'The Gopis Song of Separation' and purport given by H.H. Bhakti Charu Swami on 17 May 2009 at Hillsborough, USA. To download the lecture, right click on the download link and choose either ldquo;Save link asrdquo; or ldquo;Save target asrdquo;Pretoria to Durban, South Africa
I waited to check in for my flight to Durban and a young man was staring at me. He finally approached me, and asked me if I was a monk. I replied yes, I am a Hare Krishna. He went to say that he works at a new age yoga studio, and he had some questions for me. I sat next to him and just listened to what he had to say. He opened his heart to me; he started describing how he started practicing yoga to escape the pain in his heart from failed relationships, from the pain of disappointing his family. He expressed that he thought of suicide once. He was in tears as he was revealing this to me. He wanted to know if yoga is such a peaceful way of using your energy, then why does he feel that something is missing. He has been practicing for over six years and feels no difference in his heart.
I sat back and just listened, I could understand that this mans heart was heavy with the burdon of material life. When he finished, I asked him what does he want from life. He looked off into the distant lights and just shook his head. He said man; I just want to become happy. Can you help me please, can you show me happiness. I said Of course, that is my duty to help you. The reason your yoga has not worked is because you are missing the key ingredient, that ingredient being God. The object of yoga is to reconnect to Krsna. But better than practicing hatha yoga is to practice bhakti yoga, bhakti meaning serving Krsna with all your heart, with all the love you can muster.
The man just looked on, with tears swelling in his eyes, by now some others gathered around, and someone made a comment about this gentlemen being too emotional. I corrected the one who made the statement and said " he is only revealing what is in all of your hearts, because all your hearts are sad because you have forgotten your original relationship with Krsna. You should thank this boy for making you realize how sad your lives are without Krsna. The person just looked down. Everyone else nodded. For the next twenty minutes I answered questions and exchanged email addresses. When everyone walked away, I left alone with this man, and he said how could I thank you for your help, how can I thank you for your time. I pulled out Perfection of Yoga. Please take this book, read this knowledge and apply this into your life. If you ever need help please give me a call. With a big smile on his face, he thanked me and gave a donation.
"Go on spreading the sankirtana movement more and more. I am only one person, but because all of you have kindly cooperated with me, this movement has now become a success all over the world. Be assured that there is no more direct way to preach than to distribute Krsna conscious books. Whoever gets a book is benefitted. If he reads the book he is benefitted still more, or if he gives the book to someone else for reading, both he and the other person is benefitted. Even if one does not read the book but simply holds if and sees it, he is benefitted. If he simply gives small donation towards the work of Krsna consciousness he is benefitted. And anyone who distributes these transcendental literatures, he is also benefitted. Therefore sankirtana is the prime benediction for the age: krsna varnam tvisa krsna sango vangastra parsadam yajnaih sankirtana prayair yajanti sumedhasah [SB 11.5.32] - SP Letter May '77
"The living entity is the cause of his own suffering, but he can also be the cause of his eternal happiness. When he wants to engage in Krsna consciousness, a suitable body is offered to him by the internal potency, the spiritual energy of the Lord, and when he wants to satisfy his senses, a material body is offered." (Purport SB-3-26-8)
Partha Sarathi dasa
Pretoria to Durban, South Africa
I waited to check in for my flight to Durban and a young man was staring at me. He finally approached me, and asked me if I was a monk. I replied yes, I am a Hare Krishna. He went to say that he works at a new age yoga studio, and he had some questions for me. I sat next to him and just listened to what he had to say. He opened his heart to me; he started describing how he started practicing yoga to escape the pain in his heart from failed relationships, from the pain of disappointing his family. He expressed that he thought of suicide once. He was in tears as he was revealing this to me. He wanted to know if yoga is such a peaceful way of using your energy, then why does he feel that something is missing. He has been practicing for over six years and feels no difference in his heart.
I sat back and just listened, I could understand that this mans heart was heavy with the burdon of material life. When he finished, I asked him what does he want from life. He looked off into the distant lights and just shook his head. He said man; I just want to become happy. Can you help me please, can you show me happiness. I said Of course, that is my duty to help you. The reason your yoga has not worked is because you are missing the key ingredient, that ingredient being God. The object of yoga is to reconnect to Krsna. But better than practicing hatha yoga is to practice bhakti yoga, bhakti meaning serving Krsna with all your heart, with all the love you can muster.
The man just looked on, with tears swelling in his eyes, by now some others gathered around, and someone made a comment about this gentlemen being too emotional. I corrected the one who made the statement and said " he is only revealing what is in all of your hearts, because all your hearts are sad because you have forgotten your original relationship with Krsna. You should thank this boy for making you realize how sad your lives are without Krsna. The person just looked down. Everyone else nodded. For the next twenty minutes I answered questions and exchanged email addresses. When everyone walked away, I left alone with this man, and he said how could I thank you for your help, how can I thank you for your time. I pulled out Perfection of Yoga. Please take this book, read this knowledge and apply this into your life. If you ever need help please give me a call. With a big smile on his face, he thanked me and gave a donation.
"Go on spreading the sankirtana movement more and more. I am only one person, but because all of you have kindly cooperated with me, this movement has now become a success all over the world. Be assured that there is no more direct way to preach than to distribute Krsna conscious books. Whoever gets a book is benefitted. If he reads the book he is benefitted still more, or if he gives the book to someone else for reading, both he and the other person is benefitted. Even if one does not read the book but simply holds if and sees it, he is benefitted. If he simply gives small donation towards the work of Krsna consciousness he is benefitted. And anyone who distributes these transcendental literatures, he is also benefitted. Therefore sankirtana is the prime benediction for the age: krsna varnam tvisa krsna sango vangastra parsadam yajnaih sankirtana prayair yajanti sumedhasah [SB 11.5.32] - SP Letter May '77
"The living entity is the cause of his own suffering, but he can also be the cause of his eternal happiness. When he wants to engage in Krsna consciousness, a suitable body is offered to him by the internal potency, the spiritual energy of the Lord, and when he wants to satisfy his senses, a material body is offered." (Purport SB-3-26-8)
Partha Sarathi dasa
Lecture on Srimad Bhagavatam, Canto 8, Chapter 5, Text 32 by Giriraj Swami.
Dallas, TX
2009-05-15
TRANSLATION
On this earth there are four kinds of living entities, who are all created by Him. The material creation rests on His lotus feet. He is the great Supreme Person, full of opulence and power. May He be pleased with us.
PURPORT
The word mahi refers to the five material elements -- earth, water, air, fire and sky -- which rest upon the lotus feet of the Supreme Personality of Godhead. Mahat-padam punya-yaso murareh. The mahat-tattva, the total material energy, rests on His lotus feet, for the cosmic manifestation is but another opulence of the Lord. In this cosmic manifestation there are four kinds of living entities -- jarayu ja (those born from embryos), anda ja (those born from eggs), sveda ja (those born from perspiration), and udbhijja (those born from seeds). Everything is generated from the Lord, as confirmed in the Vedanta-sutra (janmady asya yatah [SB 1.1.1]). No one is independent, but the Supreme Soul is completely independent. Janmady asya yato 'nvayad itaratas cartheshv abhijnah sva-rat [SB 1.1.1]. The word sva-rat means "independent." We are dependent, whereas the Supreme Lord is completely independent. Therefore the Supreme Lord is the greatest of all. Even Lord Brahma, who created the cosmic manifestation, is but another opulence of the Supreme Personality of Godhead. The material creation is activated by the Lord, and therefore the Lord is not a part of the material creation. The Lord exists in His original, spiritual position. The universal form of the Lord, vairaja-murti, is another feature of the Supreme Personality of Godhead.
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Please share your realisations with other devotees from around the world...simply send me an introduction email and I will be happy to make you a member:by Rasa Rasika (noreply@blogger.com) at May 19, 2009 02:13 PM


Then one day, each of them vanished. Spontaneously, as if they’d never been there in the first place, they entered into the boundless realm of memory. I often drove myself to distraction. ‘How could this be?!’ I could apply no sound logic to placate the mind or coax the heart out of its existence. One day, these ladies appeared both so real, as was the affection I wielded in their direction. Then the next, they were gone and I had to redirect my feelings elsewhere, or render my heart more callous.
In the months that followed, I alone went up against the whole of New York, simply searching for a good friend. And somehow, as a starry-eyed student, I’d managed to find myself “bonding deeply” with a new best friend… every week.
The indigestible fact was that even with all of the unlimited possibility that lay vibrantly in wait, there was only limited outcome. What I wanted, very matter-of-factly, and what I believed, deep down, every NYU student who’d enrolled alongside me in the fall of 2002 really wanted, were meaningful relationships saturated with warmth, trust, humor, and identity.
Either, we’d all gotten on the same train, then gotten off at different stops along the way, or I’d brilliantly gotten myself onto the wrong train altogether. Nevertheless, there I was, freshly on the cusp of living 18 years, ardently seeking hominess in a gaping city that overflowed with individual potential pursuit, and ever so subtly, forcing myself into the recognition that we were all, the whole lot of us, dancing around, bouncing off one another like atoms inside a molecule. There were no actual bonds formed, only intersections of time and place, surcharged with emotion.
No one stopped to tell us that in the midst of all the wondrous madness, we human beings could scarcely see one another, what to speak of getting to know one another. Not that we’d have heard it. We presumed “getting to know someone” meant spilling our guts when drunk or stripping our clothes in bed. At best, it meant simply doing the same things together… There was no real heart. The soul was a formidable myth. Taste defined life.
Aesthetics were not just valued, they were worshiped. But no one wanted to admit the sheer religiosity of their aesthetic ideology, least of all my own self. And yet, I did feel something, even if most notably in retrospect. Neo’s “splinter in the mind” had struck me – something was off - and I’d not simply allow it to fester.
In course of time I came to befriend, casually at first, a humble group of lively monks. I gradually began to appreciate that their relationships had little to do with the style one wishes to project or ambition one wishes to achieve. Instead, they achieved a depth by putting themselves second to others. They valued performing tasks that reduced pride by serving each other in menial ways without expectation of returns. Cooking, cleaning, taking out the trash. Done without self-interest. Without entitlement. And most difficult of all, with affection. When I began to see that this was indeed possible, and even pleasurable, my life’s pursuit of romantic ideals became more about becoming the ideal, for the benefit of others, than receiving it for the gratification of my own self.
Ella graduated from school without my seeing her again face to face. She moved back to her hometown in California with a replacement college sweetheart. It seems, by her Facebook profile, that they broke up within a month of settling in together.
I never found out why Jesse stopped knocking on my door. But I ran into her a couple of times throughout my NYU career. Once on West 4th Street overlooking Washington Square Park. Once in the science building, while hastening myself to get to an environmentalism class. And once while tipsy at a party. Each time I’d meet Jesse, I I’d scan her eyes, desperate to detect anything mysterious. Then she’d twirl her dyed-brown locks of hair. And I’d wonder if she’d listened to my R.E.M. CD yet, or if she ever planned on giving it back. The “how are you’s” were brutal. The “good’s” were worse. Before I could ask what classes she was taking, she’d lightly smile and walk away.
by Gauranga Kishore Das (gaurangakishore@gmail.com) at May 19, 2009 11:56 AM
Before the Festival of Inspiration, a japa retreat was held in New Vrindaban. This is when devotees get together, stepping back from their day to day lives and focus on japa, including a day when they chanted 64 rounds. I have heard only good things from participants who came out of the retreat reenergized and recommitted to chanting their 16 rounds daily.
To hear Giriraj Swami speaking during the japa retreat, click through to this web page.
Our average last frost date is May 7th. The safe date, the day it is considered safe to plant tender plants like tomatoes, is May 15th. When you have a frost after the 15th, like we did May 18th, it is commonly a record low for the date, as this one was. We had another frost this morning though I don’t know if it was a record, it didn’t drop below the freezing point like it did yesterday.
I figured most of the berries I planted out would be frost hardy but at dusk the 17th I had second thoughts and decided I would prefer to remain ignorant as to whether they were or not. I scrambled around and ended up covering them all. The blackberries are low to the ground and mulched with hay so I simply pulled some over the top. The lingonberries are mulched with pine needles so I used floating row cover on them.
Smaller berries I used planting pots, medium ones 5 gallon buckets, and taller ones garbage barrels. The finished product:

I had planted out some tomatoes about ten days ago and already covered most of them with milk jugs with the bottoms cut out so all I had to do was put the caps on that I leave off during the day so they don’t overheat. Since I put the tomatoes on black plastic to help heat the ground, I couldn’t completely seal the bottoms with dirt but it wouldn’t have been a issue I was concerned about but with the frost I put rags around the bottoms just in case.

We don’t buy liquids in gallon jugs usually so I only had a couple on hand, but did get some at the Festival of Inspiration. I was driving behind the temple the last night and saw some young ladies with a stockpile of soda and water jugs so I asked if I could have them. They wanted to know if I was going to recycle but when I told them I was going to use them for hot caps they were okay with that.
I am not completely sure but I think they were the young ladies from Athens, Ohio who had an accident on the way home and one of them left her body. Read about that here.
I was still short a few but Manjari had given me some when we stopped at her home on the way back from the grafting seminar so I did have them all capped.
The rest of the tomatoes were still in pots waiting to be transplanted as were peppers, various flowers, castor beans, bitter melon and some other stuff. We carried those inside or covered them with blankets.
Peas, Chinese cabbage, beets, spinach and radishes were all good without covering but I was concerned with some potatoes I had let sprout in the greenhouse early that were well out of the ground so I covered them with floating row cover, deliberately leaving one out to see how tough they were. While frost resistant, this was actually a hard frost. Note how the uncovered one got a little damaged.

It will recover but be behind the others.
It frosted again this morning. Last night everything was in place so covering wasn’t the chore it had been the night before.

This office water cooler bottle served its purpose well, you can see the white stuff, that is frost. Manjari had left 3 of them here when she came for the FOI to make room for stuff she was back hauling.
To get the bottoms off them was a trip. First I tried a razor knife and that was ineffective, then a hack saw which worked too slowly with night falling. I tried one of Vidya’s jigsaws and dulled a blade before I finished the first one. I finally dragged out the 12 amp reciprocating saw with a metal blade and had Tulasi hold them still.
With these, I am already starting some tomatoes in February next year and planting out under them in April in my mind. Goal: fresh tomatoes in June.
Posted in Cows and Environment
Elkészült a New Vrindaban-i videó második része. Ezen a videón a korábbi templomok helyszíneit járjuk körbe.
by Bhakti lata (noreply@blogger.com) at May 19, 2009 08:51 AM
“THE SCIENCE OF MEDITATION”
Lecture by Matsya Avatara Dasa
Naples, Castello Angioino, 20th December 2008
Conference “The Science of Meditation”
THE PSYCHIC ORIGIN OF BEHAVIOR AND PERSONALITY
Actions have an extraordinary effect on us, creating a sort of photocopy in the substance of the mind that becomes impressed into our psychic structure; everything we do, everything we say, think or desire, leaves a trace. Thus, following the path of the great teachers, who know the human psyche and the soul of the human being, and especially his real divine nature and his prison, as Plato describes, and without despising the physical body, we can say that we are where we are because we have wished, thought, spoken and acted in a particular way. This vision is only apparently deterministic because it constantly evolves: in the very moment we are speaking and you are reading there is already a modification in your understanding and in your samskaras.
There are obstacles to meditation. According to Patanjali, such obstacles are distraction (vikshipta), and the fogging of consciousness, the dullness, the fall of the level of attention (mudha), while selective and constant attention is essential for a good result in the practice of meditation.
INDIVIDUALITY
Another central aspect we need to consider about meditation is about individuality: each individual is only equal to himself, each one is an individual, each person has his own journey. There is no real equality in this sense, because each person has lived a different life and had different personal experiences.
I have created the four divisions of human society'
on the basis of the three influences of material nature
and of the activities connected with them; however,
know that although I am the creator of this system
I do not act within it, because I am unchangeable
At the time when the individual, the spiritual being, leaves a particular physical body, he travels in a psychic bubble constituted by samskaras and vasanas, where he is enclosed, and the stronger tendencies will be the ones that will specifically determine the nature of his subsequent qualities and therefore the place, the species, and other factors connected to another material body destined to be inhabited by that particular jiva. The psychic structure is thus different from the experiences we carry on from previous lifetimes and, lifetime after lifetime, determines different births even for twins born from the same ovum - what to speak for "mere" brothers, fellow villagers, or people from the same country or culture.
The influence of the three archetypal forces, or gunas, that constitute material nature, prakriti, and the luggage of the fruits of actions performed in recent or distant times, or karma, are different for each individual and therefore, when a person wants to approach the practice of meditation, we need to know him at a personal level because each person must be helped and guided in a special way, peculiar to him on the basis of his guna and karma.
by noreply@blogger.com (Anantadeva dasa) at May 19, 2009 08:34 AM
Srila Prabhupada wrote to a devotee who was studying at Oxford University, that meditating on "how" Krsna is the taste of water is perfect mental speculation.(see Bhagavad-gita As It is 7.8)

by Subuddhi Krishna das, Chicago (noreply@blogger.com) at May 19, 2009 05:50 AM
Join the farm crew for a day away on May 30th.
Manigriva (wearing ear protection) felled a large Stringy Bark. When it is all cut up, the tree will provide a year’s fuel for the farm. The space the tree leaves will encourage others that were in its shade to grow. Adrian (black shirt), Ratnam (white shirt), and Visesh (red shirt) split large logs with a mechanical splitter. After the devotees filled the tractor trailer with the split wood Kesava (blue shirt) delivered the logs to the ashrams, where Visesh and Rhythm (striped shirt) stacked them to dry.

by course@ultimateselfrealization.com at May 19, 2009 02:30 AM
by Bhaktimarga Swami (noreply@blogger.com) at May 19, 2009 02:02 AM
How quickly manhood moves into “pulling-up-your-pants-hood.”
A common sign of a man entering “pulling-up-your-pants-hood” is the wearing of suspenders—basically a mechanism which pulls up your pants for you.
At a truck stop once, I noticed a guy pulling up his pants twice as he walked ten yards from the gas pump to the convenience store. He was probably in his sixties, dressed in t-shirt, baseball cap, and jeans. His belly? Massive. His butt? Practically nonexistent.
With a physique like that, I thought, he probably has to pull up his pants all day long—practically every time he blinks. Time to get some suspenders.
He reminded me of how balloon animals start out firm and shiny, but after a few days they dull down, prune up, and change shape—the tail shrinks and the belly grows. The air that once filled the nose leaks into an ear.
My wife and I have a friend who does clown gigs for kids’ birthday parties, during which she makes balloon animals. We saw her once in Atlanta and she said she could make a balloon Krishna for us. We had to see this. She said she does it all the time.
She disappeared for a moment and returned with a blue balloon, a yellow paper towel, a magic marker, and a bunch of stickers. We watched, fascinated, as she worked a disarmingly cute little Krishna into shape. She drew a face—full lips, lotus eyes, long lashes—with the magic marker. She quickly tore and folded the paper towel into a little dhoti and chadar. A little paisley sticker became Krishna’s peacock feather. I was impressed.
We named our new, adorable family member “Balloon Gopal,” took Him home, and kept him on display until He started to seriously lose air. Then I put Balloon Gopal in a drawer.
I can’t bring myself to get rid of Him. The last time I looked at Balloon Gopal, one of His legs was the only remaining inflated part. His face, minus air, had become microscopic. But, even in such a shrunken condition, He’s still undeniably cute: yet another proof, for me, that Krishna manifests attractiveness no matter what form He appears in.
Not so for us human balloon animals—before we know it, our bodies have morphed from childhood to manhood to “pulling-up-your-pants-hood,” and then some punk puts us in his blog.

We’re sleeping on cots now—part of our “make the most of living in a one-room schoolhouse” program. Our new cots fold up, stow nicely into nylon zip totes, and provide room for storage underneath. Sleeping on the floor—which we used to do—does jack for increasing your available storage space.
Cots have been standard gear forever, whereas Sealy Posturepedic or Tempur Pedic or Whatever Pedic are upstarts and rogues.
Prabhupada slept on a cot at the Radha-Damodar temple ashram during the early 1960s while he was writing the First Canto of the Srimad Bhagavatam.
I happily announced our new and improved Sadhu Pedic sleeping arrangements to a friend. He has a big house—lots of bedrooms with actual beds in them.
“Cots?” he said, as if I’d told him we were sleeping on wood shavings and cinder blocks. “For me, ‘cot’ means ‘extreme discomfort’.”
Just the opposite is true for me. When I was growing up, my grandparents visited us every Christmas. Grandpa slept in my bed, and I slept on a cot. Over the years, I came to associate the thrilled anticipation of a magical visit from Santa Claus with the sensation of sleeping on a cot.
The other night my wife was assembling her cot, while I watched, exhausted and way too sleepy to help out. She wasn’t having an easy time of it. Reminded me of an old Donald Duck cartoon.

May 18, 2:50 A.M.
How did you do last night? I woke up once with a headache, took medicine and got back to sleep fairly early. I got up at 2:30 A.M. In the bathroom, I thought about my path of taking allopathic medicines. I decided it is the best of a bad bargain. I’m in touch with devotees who are taking alternative medicines. Some of these medications are extreme fads and far-out alternatives. These devotees may criticize allopathy, but I think it is the best, most modern, Western method, and Prabhupada approved it. When we get down to serious treatment of diseases, there’s nothing wrong with using the most advanced methods of modern science. I called for Narayana on the radio, and he came up fairly soon, put on my sling, gave me my medicines and a banana, applied some cream to my ankle and left me for chanting. Narayana was a little slow in setting up the deities and filling their water. I wasn’t left alone until 3:23 A.M.
4:11 A.M.
I’ve finished eight rounds. That’s pretty good. The japa log has become a more terse report. I leave more general matters for the japa essay. There’s a TV commercial where the captain of a ship is alone in his room. There’s a storm brewing. A bell rings, and the crew calls him: “Skipper! You’re needed in the pilot house!” The captain stops what he’s doing and rushes to the pilot house. In the japa log, I report urgent matters, such as missing a round or falling asleep or making a general check-up to make sure I’m on my rounds. This morning has been good. I’ve been using the “just hear” process, which I report in the japa essay today. My chanting has been barely audible, not simply in the mind. That’s good, too. The speed has been rapid. I haven’t been thinking deeply about Radha-Krishna pastimes but staying on the railroad tracks with accumulation and attentiveness to the syllables of the mantra. All things considered, I feel content about it and await for the day when I can improve. I was alert and not the least bit sleepy.
Japa requires concentration. You obviously can’t do two things at once, such as watch television and chant on your beads. If you attempt that, it is offensive chanting and of little value. So you have to make up your mind, “This is my time for chanting,” and put other things aside. This includes not only other external activities but also the activities of the mind. The Bhagavad-gita says that controlling the mind is as difficult as controlling the wind. But there is a surprisingly simple way to control the mind while chanting. Prabhupada’s famous expression is, “Just hear.” To practice this, you should chant audibly. If for some reason you are not able to chant audibly, then you must chant the syllables of the mantra in your mind. (Prabhupada advised me to do this while working in the welfare office for chanting in addition to chanting my regular sixteen-round minimum.)
By deliberately hearing the sound of each syllable, your mind will be occupied, and if you do this vigorously, there will be no chance for the mind to wander to other realms of thought. This method is so simple that chanters may overlook it, but if you apply it, it is very effective. There are further stages in chanting, in which one thinks of the pastimes of Krishna, meditates on His qualities, and even comes to see His form, but they all follow from the basic practice of attentive hearing. The reason this works so effectively is that the holy name is Krishna, and the Hare Krishna mantra is invested with all His potencies. Anyone who practices the “just hear” method will find great improvement in his or her chanting.
6:36 A.M.
Just Narayana and I at the beach today. He was alert in chanting, but I sometimes grew drowsy, and he rubbed my back. Usually we go out for the walk at 6:30 A.M., but I decided to go out earlier to keep awake. You could hear winds roaring around the car, and heavy surf was breaking onto the beach. The sky was overcast. When we opened the car doors, we were met with gale-force winds that pushed at our backs as we walked the first one-half lap. It was very unusual.
I thought of the pastime of Krishna and the Trnavarta demon. Trnavarta was a personified tornado. He was a demon sent by Kamsa to kill Krishna. He swooped down from the sky and picked Krishna up at a moment when He was unattended by Mother Yasoda. Actually, Mother Yasoda had to put Krishna down because He was too heavy to hold. He was preparing Himself to combat with Trnavarta. The wind demon had created a dust storm all over Vrndavana, and he picked Krishna up and carried Him high in the sky. His intention was to drop Krishna from a great height so that He would be killed when He hit the ground.
But Krishna grabbed Trnavarta by the neckand manifested the yoga siddhi of becoming heavier than the heaviest. Trnavarta tried to get out of Krishna’s grip, but Krishna held onto his neck until the demon suffocated, then He dropped him from the sky. Krishna fell down with the demon and pillowed His landing on the demon’s body. Then baby Krishna began to climb and play on the demon’s chest. Krishna’s parents and relatives ran to the spot and were greatly relieved that Krishna was miraculously unharmed and the giant demon was dead.
The wind at the beach was nothing compared to Trnavarta’s whirlwind, but it tugged at our clothing and bodies and made it hard to walk. When we finished the half lap and turned around, the wind hit us in the face, and it became even more difficult to walk. We managed to get back to the car and take shelter inside. Narayana said, “We got double our value on this walk, due to the wind resistance.” I said, “Yes, I’ll count it as two laps.” Just yesterday, it was mild, without much wind. How quickly Krishna can change the situation! We’ll stay in the car a while and then head back to the house. We won’t attempt to feed the seagulls because the wind would just blow the crumbs away. How mighty are Krishna’s material elements. As the pastime of Trnavarta shows, He can subdue them without the slightest effort. As for us tiny jivas, we can be swept away at any moment.
“Sincerely Diana.” The jolly, scintillating hard bop of the Art Blakey Group—Lee Morgan, trumpet; Wayne Shorter, tenor sax; Bobby Timmons, piano; Jimmy Merritt, bass; Art Blakey, drums. Sincerely, Diana, he loves you. Aint that grand? And you love him. Diana was sincere. She wasn’t a cheater. And he was sincere to her. The music is full of life, just like their love, just like their lives. American jazz is superexcellent.
Now you know what I want to compare this to, don’t you? The love of Radha and Krishna. There was nothing more sincere than that. She took all risks to go see Krishna. Risked her social reputation, the scandal of disobeying Her husband, and even Her sanity, because when Krishna went away from Her, she lost Her composure. So She had to be sincere to enter a love relationship with Him. It’s not a light thing to love Krishna. You have to really be sincere. You’re tested in so many ways, so sincerity is the greatest thing in love of Krishna. There’s no question of His sincerity toward you. He’s made a promise for all time that anyone who loves Him will get back a millionfold the greatest love, that of the Supreme Personlity of Godhead, the sweet cowherd boy. Art Blakey sincerely pounds his drums. He’s dedicated his life to it. He did it until he lost his hearing and had to wear a hearing aid, and then he played the drums by automatic, pilot, like Beethoven. He would play the drum and know what it sounded like without actually hearing it. He went on playing because he was sincere.
“So Tired.” He’s not really tired. His body’s tired, but he goes on playing. It’s a song by Bobby Timmons, the never-tired pianist. He’s tired of being short-changed by cheaters, and he’s tired of insincere people, manipulators, bogus agents, record companies that don’t pay. But he’s not tired of playing music. So despite all the hassle, he’s never tired to play another gig.
Krishna’s never tired with us, either. He never gives up on us, no matter how many times we fail Him. He’s always ready to take us back. You’d think He’d be disgusted with us, but He’s too magnanimous for that. Sometimes He destroys some worlds, sends people to hell, but nevertheless, it’s never permanent. After some time, after remorse, He’ll take them back and bring them to the highest point. That’s Krishna, the magnanimous one. Jesus Christ was like that, too. He forgave everyone. Sometimes you get exhausted physically. You’ve done as much as you can, and you lie down exhausted. So tired. You wait for some refreshment in your body so that you can go on again. Life in this material world is hard. In the spiritual world, they don’t get tired. They can dance the equivalent of twenty-four hours a day without getting tired. We’re given just a little energy here, so that even if we’re blissful, staunch devotees, we can’t do much. We have only a little energy, and then we get tired. But as you build up your devotional service, you’re able to chant longer, you’re able to chant more beads. You don’t get exhausted. You’re able to read more books. It even happens as you grow older, so don’t be tired. Don’t give up. Play beautiful tunes, like Art Blakey’s. He never grew tired, even though he grew very old. He played that drum. He smashed that drum with all the muscles in his body. Let’s pledge never to get tired of serving Krishna.
“Yama.” “Yama” sounds like Lee Morgan’s girlfriend. I don’t know what it may be, but he’s playing his trumpet sweetly for six minutes and twenty-two seconds. He’s got a nice, melodic horn. Yama. Yamaraja. Now that’s a name we don’t like to hear. Yama is the king of death. He hands out the punishments to the sinful people. Here, you go take x numbers of years in Patala Loka. Here, you go to another loka, where you have to embrace a burning brass doll for your lust in this world. On this song, I don’t think they’re playing of Yamaraja because it’s too sweet. Yet Yamaraja has a place in this world. Krishna has so many agents, and they each serve Him in different ways. They each have a kind of loving service to Him, even when it seems cruel, like Yama’s. But if Yama is the name of a girl that Lee Morgan loves, that’s a different thing. It also ended in tragedy. She became jealous of him, brought a gun with her into Slug’s nightclub and shot him in the back. Wayne Shorter plays the tenor mournfully and with jive. These musicians know how to touch the feelings of the heart. The musicians play it together in lovely harmony, whatever the meaning of the title. It doesn’t matter. It’s the music without the words. It’s the music that comes from the heart, from their nimble fingers, their lungs, their dedication to the Lord. Yes, they’re dedicated to the Lord, and that’s why they play so sincerely and so hip. How could the quality of hip be given to a square person?
“When Your Lover Has Gone.” When your lover has gone, you’re bereft. You’re alone and sad, but they play it with soul and upbeat. That’s the meaning of the blues. You take the hard times and you weave it into something sweet and lively. Even the departed lover becomes a pretty tune. Not exactly pretty but hard and swinging. When your lover has gone, you burn in the fire of separation. You wait for him to come back. You wonder if he’ll ever come back. You remember the times you had together, and they make you cry. You experience sphurti, visions of being with him again. So in a sense, he’s never gone. That’s the way it is in Goloka. The lover never goes, but He stays in His bhava incarnation. They say it’s even better than when He’s with you. When your lover has gone, it’s bittersweet because he’s still with you, and yet, in the other sense, you don’t see him, you don’t touch him. It’s the great mystery of bhakti, and it’s created by Krishna. It stimulates love. Art Blakey pounds the drums of love in separation. He knows what it’s like. When your lover has gone, you want to play the drums frantically to forget, to remember, to be with. You want to insist that he’s not really gone, and so you play your drums. Please don’t say he’s gone. Please don’t say he’s gone. Let me see him again. When will his form pass the pathway of my eyes again? When will I be with him? When will he embrace me? You say it’s already happening? I don’t know how. But if you say so... Lord, if You say so, then I feel it. I feel You’re with me.
11:30 A.M.
This is an intercessionary prayer I’m making on behalf of Baladeva Vidyabhusana dasa. He is going to Vrndavana today. I pray that You will take care of him and help him fulfill his goals. He is feeling much separation from Vrndavana dhama and wants to go there to revive his attachment and taste for living in Vraja. He also has some work there on my behalf for printing and distributing books. He needs a break from his routine here and feels he will find it in the place where he feels most at home—bhauma Vrndavana. Please help him to associate with his devotee friends there in a friendly and inoffensive manner. Allow him to become inspired by his stay in your holy dhama and return safely to my service in Lewes, Delaware. I hope he will find a special internal blessing during this visit, which he can bring back to the U.S.A. in the form of impressions of the heart. I know he will be able to endure the heat of the climate there, and he will enjoy honoring the mangos that are in season there. Some of the most fragrant flowers bloom at this time of the year, and he may be delighted to smell them and live with them. May he spend quality time at Krishna-Balarama Mandir, receiving darsana of Radha-Syamasundara, Krishna-Balarama, Gaura-Nitai, visiting Prabhupada’s samadhi and rooms, and taking part in Aindra’s kirtana.
Whenever Baladeva Vidyabhusana goes to Vrndavana, You offer him some special service. If You do that again, please do not detain him too long from returning. Narayana-kavaca dasa is taking care of me in Baladeva’s absence, but I expect Baladeva to return within a few months. Please let me have him back.
I will ask him to pray for me in Vrndavana so that some day I may return there also with some of the enthusiasm he has for staying in the dhama.
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by Bhaktimarga Swami (noreply@blogger.com) at May 18, 2009 08:46 PM
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>>> Ref. VedaBase => SB 1.5.29
Manorama das of New Vraja Dhama made a video of his recent visit to New Vrindaban. View it here.
It rained hard here Saturday, 1.60 inches (40.6 mm) in a short period of time, with some hail. I didn’t see any hail damage in my garden, but I missed the rain itself because I was with Soma northwest of Columbus, Ohio at a grafting seminar put on by the Ohio Paw Paw Growers Association (OPGA). We could tell it had been a gully washer when we returned because of the gravel from peoples’ driveways that was washed onto the main road.
While we were at the seminar, we got to see a lot of different grafting techniques and even did a whip and tongue graft on a paw paw that we got to keep.

After doing the graft itself, we bound it together with grafting rubbers (like a rubber band cut open) to hold the graft together and then wrapped it with Parafilm to prevent it from drying out.
The idea is that to propagate a desirable cultivar one can graft scion wood from it onto hardy rootstock. If one tries to grow new plants from seed of a cultivar, due to genetic variability it is common to get inferior specimens. So an existing tree is used or rootstock is grown from seed and then a scion grafted onto it.
Soma has started lots of paw paws from seed and came home with scion wood from named cultivars that he will graft onto his seedlings, resulting in superior paw paws.
We also plan to plant black walnuts next fall as soon as they drop from the tree and when they have grown to pencil size, hopefully by the second summer, we will top graft them with scion wood saved from my Carpathian walnut and 10 years from now serve out walnuts to all the attendees of the Festival of Inspiration. Any walnut can be grafted onto any other walnut.
Soma saved scion wood this past winter from my Carpathian and plans to top graft existing black walnuts with them this year. This is the time to do it.
There are numerous grafting techniques and my brain got full to overflowing seeing guys doing examples of different kinds, I hope I can retain most of it. Information on grafting is available on the internet but seeing it done and being able to ask questions makes learning a lot easier. Guru sadhu sastra.
I got a neat toy I bought for $40, the purchase of which benefited the OPGA. It is a nut picker that rolls over the ground and gathers nuts or even apples. See here for a better description.
There was also a nut cracker on display that I am lusty for. I had gathered a lot of black walnuts and butternuts last fall but rarely eat them because they are so difficult to get out of the shell.
The maker of the nutcracker is old school and doesn’t have a website but can be called at 417-548-7428. You will need to send a check. They are $60 plus shipping. There are cheaper Chinese knockoffs but the guy who owned the one I saw said those don’t hold up, they are made of inferior metals. I actually stopped writing this post to search where to get the original and am buying one.

The Master Cracker
We also got some good contact info for buying nut, paw paw and persimmon trees so when devotees start ordering them for their own properties or to donate to the temple we will have good sources for named cultivars.
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by Rasa Rasika (noreply@blogger.com) at May 18, 2009 03:30 PM




by Gauranga Kishore Das (gaurangakishore@gmail.com) at May 18, 2009 02:48 PM

May they realise the depth of their Guru Maharaja's mercy by sharing his instructions with other suffering conditioned souls.
by letters (wmdean@btopenworld.com) at May 18, 2009 10:38 AM
by letters (wmdean@btopenworld.com) at May 18, 2009 10:36 AM
by letters (wmdean@btopenworld.com) at May 18, 2009 10:34 AM
The Charge of the Light Brigade. Following orders may lead to triumph or failure, but it remains an inviolable principle of discipline
I was waiting at the arrivals area of Heathrow Terminal 3 this afternoon when I got talking to a man who had served many years in the Royal Navy. He’d been on the nuclear submarine HMS Conqueror back in 1982 during the Falklands War. It was he and his crew that sunk the Argentinian battleship, the General Belgrano, at a cost of some 323 lives.
When I asked him how he felt about that afterwards, he replied that in the forces ‘you don’t question, you just carry out orders.’ What he meant was that the responsibility for what was the deadliest act of that war, and one of the most controversial military actions for many years, was firmly on the shoulders of his superiors.
While he had not been troubled by such a loss of life in the course of war, he said, some of his friends had – for years after the event. They had suffered tremendously from guilt and experienced poor mental health as a result.
Later on, I heard another voice telling of another war. Quite a remarkable voice it was too. It was part of a radio programme in which Andrew Motion, the UK poet laureate, described how he had used his tenure to create a poetry archive, with recordings of British poets of past and present reading their own poems. The poet’s voice which I found so remarkable was that of Alfred, Lord Tennyson.
In a crackly recording, perhaps one of the first ever made, Lord Tennyson was reading his poem The Charge of the Light Brigade which described a courageous yet tragic British cavalry charge during the Crimean War in 1854. Like everyone else, Tennyson heard the news three weeks after the event and wrote his enduring poem within a few minutes. What struck me was the fact that his voice had been recorded at all, that he spoke in a broad regional (Lincolnshire) accent, and that here was a voice from another world in another time: before the tragedy of the Boer War, and the two World Wars which would claim millions of lives.
Both voices set me thinking about the nature of discipline. Those who serve their country as fighters are expected to follow orders; there can be no independent thinking on the battlefield. The entire force must move and think as one. That state of responsiveness can only be achieved by a strct adherence to discipline. The order comes down from one’s superior and the order is carried out. It is not a polite request, not a serving suggestion or a departmental recommendation – it’s an order. When the day is won, then that militaristic discipline – not to reason why, just to do and die – is praised as being the secret of success. Yet when the battle has been lost the very same uncritical thinking is often held up as a reason for the failure. Therefore the quality of leadership is all important.
The leader of Hare Krishna movement, His Divine Grace A.C.Bhaktivedanta Swami Prabhupada, stated that his movement should be run with ‘militaristic discipline’ and for the most part his followers gave him that. The traditional ashram of the guru is run in that way: the guru orders and the disciple carries out the guru’s orders as his life and soul.
Such levels of personal trust in, and dedication to, the order of the guru must, however, be accompanied by an equivalent level of clear-thinking, courageous yet compassionate leadership. Only then will both leader and follower prosper. The rapid success of the Hare Krishna movement under the direct guidance of its founder 1966-1977 is often compared to the mixed fortunes which occurred in 1986-1997 when leadership was not uniformly courageous or compassionate.
Yet a spiritual movement can only really survive and grow if the dynamic of discipline to the order of one’s superior is preserved. Notwithstanding the troubles that the principle may sometimes cause, and the embarrassment and recrimination when faulty decisions are analysed post-mortem, the principle of following orders is as important in a spiritual organisation as it is in the military. Anything less and the spiritual movement becomes somewhat flabby and ineffective.
Srila Prabhupada remarked on the qualities needed for leadership within ISKCON: “The courage of a British army officer and the heart of a Bengali mother.” Rather than being irreconcilable opposites, each of these qualities balance the other, so that a spiritual leader can not only order, but remains always concerned for the ultimate welfare of those in his charge.

by letters (wmdean@btopenworld.com) at May 18, 2009 10:30 AM
by letters (wmdean@btopenworld.com) at May 18, 2009 10:28 AM
I exerted a little extra effort one night at the Coachella music festival (stayed out till midnight) in California. I got up at 4am to finish my rounds and do a morning program to have a charge for the day. When I finished my rounds I took a little rest and had this "dream".
Prabhupada's murti was there and I affectionately touched him on the shoulder. He moved in a surprised way and looked at me. I was stunned that he (the murti) moved and I asked Prabhupada if everything was all right. He said, "Yes." and got up off his chair. I was in ecstacy, I took advantage of this opportunity and asked him how I could serve him. There were people all around, like on sankirtan.
He said "Could you please stop someone so I can preach to them". He said this with such innocence and purity, almost like a cry from the heart. I tried stopping a couple of people with no success. I told Prabhupada that it easier for me to approach people that are already stopped. So we went to someone standing around. This person saw me, recognized me from before, and said "I want your 'Quest For Enlightenment book.' He gave me some change and I gave him the book. I then asked him if he would like to talk with an incredible spiritual master. He looked at me funny. I then looked around to find Prabhupada and couldn't find him anywhere.
From this "dream" I realized that Prabhupada is in his books. That he is in his words. And that above everything (at least for me) he really wants me (us) to distribute these books.
Sankirtan never is dry.
Wishing you all the best.
Your servant,
Paramesvara das (Text D:577024) --------------------------------------------
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I exerted a little extra effort one night at the Coachella music festival (stayed out till midnight) in California. I got up at 4am to finish my rounds and do a morning program to have a charge for the day. When I finished my rounds I took a little rest and had this "dream".
Prabhupada's murti was there and I affectionately touched him on the shoulder. He moved in a surprised way and looked at me. I was stunned that he (the murti) moved and I asked Prabhupada if everything was all right. He said, "Yes." and got up off his chair. I was in ecstacy, I took advantage of this opportunity and asked him how I could serve him. There were people all around, like on sankirtan.
He said "Could you please stop someone so I can preach to them". He said this with such innocence and purity, almost like a cry from the heart. I tried stopping a couple of people with no success. I told Prabhupada that it easier for me to approach people that are already stopped. So we went to someone standing around. This person saw me, recognized me from before, and said "I want your 'Quest For Enlightenment book.' He gave me some change and I gave him the book. I then asked him if he would like to talk with an incredible spiritual master. He looked at me funny. I then looked around to find Prabhupada and couldn't find him anywhere.
From this "dream" I realized that Prabhupada is in his books. That he is in his words. And that above everything (at least for me) he really wants me (us) to distribute these books.
Sankirtan never is dry.
Wishing you all the best.
Your servant,
Paramesvara das (Text D:577024) --------------------------------------------
------- End of Forwarded Message ------
By Ila devi dasiBy the grace and mercy of SriSri Radha-Madhava, Lord Nrsimhadeva and Sri Pancha-Tattva, we are launching the new Mayapur Harinama and Food For Life Website.
“Monthly Sankirtan Festivals are a great way to engage the entire congregation in book distribution,” says Vaisesika dasa. “At our temple, we combine the festival with a holy day on the Vaisnava calendar.
We want to come up with something that is practical, enthusing, long lasting, effective, uniting, and all the other positive adjectives you can think of. Especially however, we would like to have standards that would please Srila Prabhupada. After all at the end of the day what matters is: “Would we do it in front of Srila Prabhupada?”
by Subuddhi Krishna das, Chicago (noreply@blogger.com) at May 18, 2009 08:22 AM
It's a visionary, dynamic, and even confrontational short film on where we get our stuff from-"The Story of Stuff" by environmental activist Annie Leonard.
I was reading through the BR-1600CD's manual at lunchtime, boning up on the compressor / limiter settings to avoid the clipping in the vocal tracks that we got on Saturday, and I discovered something interesting.
Take a look at this excerpt of a signal path diagram from the back of the manual (click it to see a larger view):

According to this the input passes through the gain control (input sens), then through the insert effect block (compressor / limiter), level calibration, and input level (the three blocks in the diagram, whose labels have been omitted by cropping), then splits in three.
One signal path goes straight to the disk - recorded. Another signal path goes into the reverb send, the output of which is later merged with the third signal path which passes through the pan pot, then muxes into a chorus effect send and a dry signal. The dry signal, the reverb return and the chorus return are then mixed and presented at the line out.
So I can do a mono live mix by using the pan pot as an additional volume control.
I put the signal in and make it as hot as I can using "Input Sens" (Mic Gain). This gives me the hot signal to disk.
Then I connect the right channel of line out to the PA, and this becomes my live mix output.
I can then use the pan pot as a volume control. When it's hard left (in the 0 position) the signal is panned hard left, so the right channel gets nothing - effectively volume 0. When it's panned hard right (in the 10 position), the signal is panned hard right - effectively volume 10. Since the signal is as hot as I can get it to disk, there should be no need to boost anything beyond max output. Since the panning is on a separate signal path to that recorded on disk my live mixing via panning will not affect the recording at all.
The drawbacks I can see with this is that there will be no per-channel EQ, and the pan control screen is different from the input level monitoring screen, a button press away. That's not a problem if I'm dedicated to engineering (which I think I'll do next time), but it could be challenging if I'm trying to play something as well.
I'll let you know how it goes.
What do we think of when hear of or see pebbles -- babbling brooks, graveled roads, playgrounds, mountainous trekking paths? Ideally they will send our thoughts to Krishna, thinking like the gopis, who thought: ""Oh, Krsna's feet are so soft! Now He's walking on the rough ground, and the sharp pebbles are pricking His soles. So He must be feeling some pain." (Teachings of Queen Kunti, Ch 7)
New York City – More than two hundred devotees gathered together to welcome the small (chota in Sanskrit) deities of Sri Sri Radha-Murlidhar to a Hare Krishna temple here, where They join larger deities of the same name. The last time the two sets of deities were worshiped together was more than twenty years ago, in Their original home in Cleveland, Ohio. The two day festival, held on May 2 and 3, featured abhishek (sacred bathing of the deities), kirtan, and devotees sharing memories of the deities over the years. |
My plate is full at the moment, so more on my cookery adventure tomorrow. Oh, by the way, my chilies did fine without me. Here's the latest plateful.

May 17
I had a pretty good night. I woke up only once and didn’t get a headache. I got up at 2:30 A.M. and began chanting at 3:00 A.M. with a clear head.
Early-morning japa log
Japa went pretty well. I wasn’t drowsy but alert. I kept a good speed—six minutes a round. My mind stayed fixed on the syllables of the holy name. I’ve been in a slump lately, so I didn’t pull out all the way to thoughts of Radha and Krishna, but I did have a feeling for the japa beyond mere accumulation of rounds. Auspicious.
It’s such a good thing when you chant your japa decently. It brightens your day. You feel hope for the ultimate goal. After all, chanting is the prime necessity, the easiest way to achieve love of God. In fact, it’s the only way in Kali Yuga. I was happy this morning to do a decent job. Now I’ll go on to chant another eight rounds at the parking lot. I hope I don’t fall asleep. Keep your determination, your prayers. Keep clicking away at a rapid pace, and stay alert. Chanting may not seem like a big celebration, like eating pizza or having a festival, in its quiet way, it is actually the happiest time. The greatest self-satisfaction, you feel at peace.
6:28 A.M.
There are three of us in the car. Narayana-kavaca and I are chanting and Baladeva is snoring in the back of the car. We just went out for a walk but were besieged by a plague of little biting bugs. This is the first time they have appeared. Bala says if we go out for our walk later, when there’s a breeze, the bugs will be gone, but I wanted to avoid Baladeva’s snoring. It is good to have Narayana here. Today he will be cramming caretaking lessons from Baladeva, who leaves tomorrow.
The sky is overcast with just a little lining of sunlight high in the clouds.
Yesterday I read a book by the poet Stanley Kunitz that Haridasa sent me. It contains poems and essays about his lifelong dedication to keeping gardens. He was a hundred years old. In his essays, he compared gardens to poems and wrote about the beauty of words and poems. He wrote free verse. He said the job of making a poem is cutting away the extra words and yet retaining the essence. I was excited about his insight about words and his love for them. It encourages me to try to write as he says in my prose poems. It was also encouraging in demonstrating how contemporary writing can be used in Krishna consciousness. The English translations of the Six Goswamis’ poetry touches the heart and soul. But I don’t think we can imitate those translations nowadays. We need new forms for new times. Our contemporaries would like to hear Krishna consciousness expressed in the actual voices we use nowadays, but with the spiritual heart intact.
I am looking forward to discussing poetry with Narayana-kavaca and discussing his poems. I’m also gaining confidence in my prose poems through the responses I have been getting.
It’s still too early to go back to the house at our normal time. We have to choose between waking Baladeva or tolerating the loud snoring. I think I will let him sleep more. He was up most of the night making phone calls and talking and preparing for his trip. So we will go back early.
“Guess I’ll Hang My Tears Out to Dry.” This has a sentimental title, unless you’re willing to go with it. The man or woman is sad because they have lost their lover. Of course, there are other reasons to cry also. Sometimes one cries hot tears joy. Cold tears are tears of pain and sorrow. This is a ballad played by the Keith Jarrett Trio. They’re playing it very softly and in a sorrowful mood, or “hanging the tears out to dry.” You can’t just cry forever. You have to let it calm down eventually, return to some normalcy. But the gopis couldn’t stop crying. Neither could Mother Yasoda. She cried until she became blind. When Krishna left them, they were in such sorrow out of separation that they couldn’t “dry.”
What about ourselves? We rarely have tears. Sometimes we cry tears of self-pity or tears that we’re just sorry we’re not better devotees. That’s rare, and that’s good. Those tears dry eventually also. Tears are good. It’s good to cry for Krishna. The singer of this song is resigning himself or herself to the absence of reconciliation but just coming down to earth without their lover. Better that we “soak our couch with tears,” as Bhaktisiddhanta Sarasvati Thakura said. You can’t actually do it, but that should be the mood. Gaura Govinda Maharaja used to say that Krishna consciousness was a school for crying. Our heart should be crying for the Lord. Crying out, as in crying out in kirtana, is another way to cry. Cry like the child cries for its mother. That’s the recommended method for chanting Hare Krishna. So Krishna consciousness is not a staid thing. It’s a yoga of emotion. We want to reach Krishna and Radha, and for now, we can’t. Nothing to do about it but let the tears dry and hope they’ll come back again. Don’t resign yourself to just forgetting the whole thing and saying that you’re not capable of crying to Krishna and there’s no use entering that emotion. Some people fake crying just to get a reputation. We’re not talking about that. We’re not talking about crocodile tears. Tears of joy, tears of sorrow, tears to Radha and Krishna. Jarrett plays it very softly and calmly, not with an hysterical kind of crying. He’s quietly sad, thinking he’d better let his tears just hang out and dry. This is a particular stage he’s in right now. He’s already been crying monsoon-like, uncontrollably, and now he’s saying, “Better to just let them dry.” He’s calmed down. But I advise you to never let them dry, to always hope you can cry, if not constantly, then from time to time, when the mood comes upon you in a particular kirtana, during a particular lecture, during a particular meeting, during a particular darsana. Let the tears come out again. And remember your heart’s desire, be it cold or hot.
“On Green Dolphin Street.” This is a well-known jazz piece I already wrote about. But here’s a new rendition by Keith Jarrett. It’s nifty. It’s elegant. It’s real jazz. It’s upbeat. They’re going to meet on Green Dolphin Street and go out to dinner. That’s one guess. Or it’s the place where there’s an apartment where friends used to live the best days of their life. They always remember. “The best years of my life were spent with you on Green Dolphin street.” That’s why it’s upbeat. Those were the best years. He used to bring her flowers, and she hugged him. In Krishna Loka, Green Dolphin Street is located in the kunja. Krishna sends messages to the gopis during breakfast time that tonight, the rendevous shall be at such-and-such kunja. Radha is ecstatic to receive the news and gets Herself ready, decorated by Her sakhis. On a full-moon night she wears white, and in a new-moon night She wears dark so She won’t be detected. Sometimes She’s left brokenhearted when Krishna doesn’t show up at “Green Dolphin Street.” But He does not just to increase Her maha-bhava. They have Their secret rendevous, and it’s a place of joy. It’s the greatest joy that ever was and ever will be. The place where They meet. That’s why he plays it so sweetly and upbeat. His fingers are nimble, even though he’s old. There’s no slowing down this musician. His hair is cut short and he grimaces with a kind of joy as he presses down on the keys, surrounded by his fellows. Wonderful how he can play so fast and melodic. He tinkles down a whole row of keys, and then comes back again. The gopis surround Krishna and Radha with similar music, played on all kinds of merry instruments. It gives Krishna pleasure. It’s not easy to give Krishna pleasure. You may think you’d like to, but that doesn’t mean you can. You have to have the adhikar, the qualification. You’re very fortunate if you can go to the rendevous and be allowed to take part and try to increase the pleasure of the Divine Couple. You can do it by serving Them delicious food, like sweet rice. And if it’s very hot, you can fan Them and suggest to Them which foods might be Their favorites. Do everything in your power to encourage Them to have fun. That’s the job of a gopi manjari and a sakhi, to meet in the kunja and help the Divine Couple until such time as They want to be alone. Then you come back again and assist Them some more.
Did you ever have a Green Dolphin Street? Was there ever a place in your life that you met someone and it was sweet? Was it the first temple you went to, 26 2nd. Ave., when you sang with the Swami with just a few boys? You’ll never forget that place. You assisted in the kirtana, and you actually cried tears. You asked Prabhupada if it was all righ to cry. He said yes. Sometimes we don’t do it in public, but it’s all right. Go ahead and cry for Krishna. So we remember that rendevous spot and hope to return to it or a new spot with all the essence of the original.
“Only the Lonely.” Only the lonely know what it’s like. They say that Frank Sinatra’s exclusive art was loneliness He sang. “Saturday night is the loneliest night of the week.” Lonely people have had lovers, and now they’ve lost them. They’re not confident they can get it again. Maybe it will never happen again. Loneliness is a sad state. All you’ve got is memories, burnt-out memories. There’s a popular song, “The way you wear your hat, the way you sip your tea, oh no, they can’t take that way from me.” There are some memories that they can’t take away even if you are lonely and without the person.
The residence of Vraja were lonely. Only they knew the viraha, separation from Krishna. Only they knew the core of loneliness because they loved Krishna so much. It’s a great mystery in Krishna consciousness how this loneliness is actually a great treasure to them, because when they weren’t with Krishna, they were actually with Him in a more intense way. As Lord Caitanya, He told His mother that He used to go and visit her every day and take lunch from her, and so she should be confident of it and not cry. But she was lonely without her Nimai. Krishna asked Sudama to wait for him and that he would come back to Vraja. Sudama stood there and waited and waited for many years, but Krishna never returned. His heart broke with loneliness. But it’s that viraha, a gem of joy within the lonely heart because he recalls, and in that way he’s actually present more intensely with his Beloved. Yet only the lonely feel such pain. They have no more times with their beloved. He’s gone. Life is not worth living. That’s how they feel. It’s hard to understand. You have to be a lover.
“A Night in Tunisia.” This is hard bop by Art Blakey. The composition is by Dizzy Gillespie. During the ten years when jazz musicians sold out—even Miles Davis—and went over to play Fusion, Art Blakey remained true to hard bop. His drums are like thunder. His groups were like school groups. I mean he would have one band, and then they would graduate and form their own bands. In the introduction to one piece, he said, “I’m playing with some of the greatest jazz musicians in America,” and he introduced them. They were all young men, like Horace Silver and Lee Morgan. He said, “I like to play with the young ones, and when these wear out, I’m going to get me a new set. It keeps the mind active.” The soloists are terrific. The saxophone is playing hard. Wayne Shorter. Then young Lee Morgan, who was later shot by his mistress at Slugs nightclub, playing brash and saucy. What is this mideastern Tunisia? It’s got an exotic mood to it. Jimmy Merritt plays the bass, low and rhythmic. Nothing fancy, keeping on the straight beat. More exotic. Art Blakey hits a stick behind him and keeps that pedal, always that pedal, that Art Blakey pedal, as consistent as a metronome. And then his thunder. He used to instruct others, “Don’t play the drum, hit the drum.”
Krishna had mad celebrations like this, too, deep in the forest of Vrndavana when His parents weren’t around. He’d play with the gopis, and sometimes they’d get intoxicated. The sakhis would play the rhythm of many mrdangas and whompers and karatalas, and Radha played Her exquisite stringed instrument, and they would dance like wild people, spinning around and around, more exotic than any mideastern city. The drums thunder together, many pairs of gopis’ hands on the left- and right-hand side of the mrdanga, making a suitable rhythmic storm for all the other gopis to dance for Krishna. Bobby Timmons plays piano. Lee Morgan finishes it out with a wonderful flourish, and everyone else stops and listens and is enchanted, like the Vrajavasis who hear Krishna’s flute. He carries it out, He improvises, He swirls it. All nonmoving living entities start to move, and the moving living entities stand still. The calves stop chewing the grass and stop drinking the milk from their mothers’ udders. Siva and Brahma, who are expert in music, become puzzled by this music, and they can’t understand it. Can you? Can you understand Krishna’s flute? If you can, you’re the most fortunate person in the world. If you can understand Krishna’s flute, you’re in more than heaven. You’re in Goloka, the epitome of existence. Just by hearing.
I’m sitting here thinking of what to write to You. I’ve written many prayers, and there has been repetition. The poet Stanley Kunitz states, “I wonder if those birds ever tire of their song? I wonder if they ever think, ‘Today, I’ll try a new song’?” The poet wonders, but I would guess his conclusion would be that the bird doesn’t think, “Today I will try a new song.” The birds are not humans. They are given their songs by God, and they are content to repeat it.
But I feel a pressure to write something new to You. Often, however, I think of the same things. I ask for Your mercy, I ask for You to make me strong. When I do think of something with a new angle, it always pleases me. But I wonder if it is a stylistic change of the same message?
Is it wrong to say the same thing to You every day? The Jesus Prayer repeats the same words: “My dear Lord Jesus, please have mercy on me, a sinner.” And the Hare Krishna mantra is pure repetition, at least externally. I don’t think it’s wrong to write the same thing—my dear Radha, my dear Krishna, please let me serve You—provided the feeling is sincere and newly offered with each breath. If we repeat a prayer mechanically without thinking, then that is not a real prayer. But calling again and again, like a man trapped in a well calling for help, is not monotonous.
We are creative beings, and for the pleasure of ourselves and for the pleasure and entertainment of others, we like to create new expressions. Srila Rupa Goswami wrote Vidaghda-madhava, a beautiful drama, but then Krishna told him that he should write another (Lalita-madhava). Krishna promised that it would come out wonderfully. Variety is the mother of enjoyment. Therefore, varied prayers to You also please You, and simple repetitious prayer may also please You when it is done from the heart.
My writings to You are not highly varied, and I fear a repetitious cry may not come from a deep enough place in my soul. But I do desire to write to You regularly. What can I do? How can I please You? I know my writing must be accompanied by action in Your service, and that is one way to solve my dilemma. I can remember the many orders You have given and try to carry them out. Then I can write how I fared in my attempt. I can write a kind of diary to You, telling You of my adventures in Your service.
I can also vary my writing by telling varoius pastimes I have read in books like Srimad-Bhagavatam. In the end, however, I think it is not novel and new ways of experience that You want me to make but honesty and consistency and devotion. Let me be like the forest wood thrush who repeats his beautiful notes to You with hearty enthusiasm. Let me not ever grow silent out of tiredness or lack of desire. “Jaya Radhe! Jaya Krishna! Jaya Srila Prabhupada!” Let these cries sincerely come from me regularly with appreciation and ardor for Your qualities.
Have I made myself clear? And is it all right to with to be a creative poet/writer and scholar, to praise You with new forms of writing? The topics about You are so numerous that the thousand-headed Ananta Sesa could not complete them even if he tried to do so for thousands of years with his thousands of mouths. So I cannot complain of a shortage of subjects. My complaint is dullness and lack of intelligence. But in the absence of my being able to write many wonderful new odes to You or to tell of my many endeavors to reach You, I pray that You give me the sincerity to repeat my desire to serve You in this world and the next. The Hare Krishna mantra wil be sufficient. A simple cry—Oh Radha, oh Krishna, please let me serve You.”
the yellow submarine, my bhajana kutir #74→

by course@ultimateselfrealization.com at May 18, 2009 02:30 AM
Here's the second kirtan from Saturday night. This one is for afficionados of live kirtan only methinks, due to the nature of the recording.

For this kirtan we changed lead vocalists, but I didn't change any of the settings on the desk. However, Dayamaya's voice is a lot hotter than Krishnapada's, and as a result the main vocal is even more clipped that the first track. There is not much that can be done about that, and it really detracts from what would otherwise be a more enjoyable listening experience.
It's a challenge to strike the right balance in a live kirtan situation - on the one hand you need to set levels and mic positions, on the other hand you don't want to turn a live kirtan into a recording session with everyone waiting interminably while you fiddle with knobs.
This track has the following:
1. Main Vocal (Dayamaya) - Rode NT-1A
2. Harmonium - Shure SM57
3. Room mic Left - Sony ECM-MS957
4. Room mic Right
5. Room mic - Shure SM58
Number 5 was the backing vocal mic from the previous number, left sitting in the middle of the room.
If I had been able to set things up for this I would have put a couple of condenser mics on the drums to have more control over their EQ and stereo balance.
I don't know what can be done with the voice to mask the clipping - perhaps some effect that makes it more abstract (a candidate for some T-pain effect experimentation, perhaps...). Currently it's not a faithful reproduction of the voice at all. It sounds "loud" and distorted at any level and harmonic overtones have been lost due to clipping.
I've mixed this as more of a live kirtan and tried to use the energy of the drums (djembe and mrdanga) to drive the track, since I can't rely on a strong melodic component - the primary one, Dayamaya's voice, was badly recorded.
I used my bass djembe - a fiberglass one from Indonesia which is tuned around a low C#/D. The mrdanga is Krishnapada on a fiberglass Balarama. The interaction of the two is quite good, especially when one drops out for a moment, then comes back in (for example at about 9:30).
Here's the mp3:
We all make mistakes, and recently I was reflecting on being corrected by others. It’s easy to give good advice, but often very difficult to take good advice. As soon as somebody gives us feedback or criticism, the knee-jerk reaction is to defend ourselves, find fault in that person, and in some way justify how their comments are quite inaccurate and invalid. One who creates a shell around his persona, shutting the doors to good advice, will find it very difficult to overcome all the impurities in the heart. However, the spiritualist who is able to see divine instruction coming through all people, in all circumstances, is able to very quickly advance in the spiritual journey.by Sutapa das (sutapa.kks@hotmail.com) at May 17, 2009 05:48 PM
11:15 A.M.
I want to pray to You today to ask You to give me the desire to hear and chant about Your pastimes. I think this is the greatest blessing I could ask from You. This is the blessing possessed by Your great devotees. More than anything else, I want to be with You by the process of hearing about You and chanting Your names. Once I possess this gift, people naturally want to give it to others. But unless they are consumed with the desire to know You and be with You, they will not have a desire to share it with others. It is like that even in the material world. If a person is very excited about baseball, he wants to be with others to hear about baseball, to talk about it with them, attend baseball games, watch the results and root for his home team. There are many radio and television shows and newspapers where various sports are discussed, and people participate in it with great interest. They phone in to experts and give their opinions and ask questions about the latest news in sports. They live in a whole world of interest in whatever sport it may be—horse racing, NASCAR, baseball, football, and so on. And the same is true with those people who are political “junkies.” They cannot hear enough about the latest ruse, scandals and prophesies about politics around the world. How do they gain these interests? They do it by associating, perhaps at an early age, with others who have a burning interest in these matters, or they gain it by a natural proclivity to take part in the worlds of mundane interests. To gain an interest in You, oh Lord, one has to also associate with Your devotees, read the scriptures with Your activities and take part in the sadhana practices, which inspire them even more to take part in krsna-katha. I have reached a certain stage where I am very interested in Your activities, and I want to develop my relationship with You. But it is not enough. It is not all-consuming. The great devotees hear of nothing else, they speak of nothing else, they take part in nothing else but talks of You and Radha and Your associates. They are consumed with the desire to tell others about this to increase the interests in Krishna consciousness around the world. They have this desire because they know that Krishna consciousness is the most valuable thing in the world. They have become convinced of this, and now it has become their entire life. I want to increase my consuming interest in You so that I become a person like Narada Muni, who always sings Your glories and tells others of Your glories. Can You help me to increase my absorption in You? I know You can do it, because You can do anything. You an even decrease a person’s interest in You if they are offensive. You can certainly increase a person’s interest in You if they show signs of desire to be Your unflinching devotee. But will You do it? I know this depends in large part on my own willingness and interest to be consumed by Your pastimes. When You see my interest is increasing, then You will gladly increase it more and fill me with interest in You.
Much of this has to do with learning, education in the importance of Vedic knowledge. When I come to understand that I need You more than anything else and that nothing else is of importance, then naturally my interest will increase, and You will reciprocate with Me. Prabhupada has said that religion without philosophy is fanaticism, and philosophy without religion is dry mental speculation. I must increase my knowledge of the importance of Krishna consciousness so that You will fill my mind with a desire to love You more. Please fill my philosohy with the desire to know You and make my religion a burning desire for bhakti.
I am petitioning You for all these improvements because I believe that nothing can take place without Your mercy. I pray for Your mercy to make me a better devotee. I want to improve, and yet, frankly, I do not see myself improving rapidly, or at all. What choice do I have, then, but to pray to You for impetus to work? Please enlighten me in one way or another in the importance of working for Krishna consciousness and striving by my own sweat and blood to improve. My exclusive concentration on Krishna consciousness must come from my own conviction, and You must be the convincing agent. Please forgive me for this helplessly dependent prayer, but I see no other way than to ask for Your mercy. Please make me strong. Please make me desire to be strong. Please claim me as Your own.
the yellow submarine, my bhajana kutir #73→

Amala Kirtan das singing Hare Krishna bhajans during the Every Town and Village global broadcast. This was an event where a bunch of different temples joined together and performed bhajans around the world. This segment is from... Dallas.
Dallas, TX
2009-03-28

by Vrndavana Vinodini dd (noreply@blogger.com) at May 17, 2009 12:19 PM

Yoga, Choice and Destiny
By Raghunath Das (Ray Cappo)
My entire face puckered and my gag reflux kicked in as I slugged down a two ounce shot of wheat grass juice. "I know this is good for me! I know this is good for me! Just deal with it...antioxidants, chlorophyll, essential amino acids, B vitamins. Just swig it down!" I swallowed. Even my neck seemed to pucker as this lawnmower smoothie dripped down my throat. "Aaaahg. I know there's a greater good coming from that gulp. This is a miracle healing food!"
That was 25 years ago and I remember that first wheat grass juice shot like it was yesterday. I was outside of a health food store on 6th avenue in Manhattan. There was a greasy pot bellied man with a fat neck and eating an equally greasy sausage-like something who was propped up against the wall observing me. He had to say something. "Hey dude - why go through all the trouble? Have some reeaal food." And when he said "reeaal" he pushed the greasy sausage thing towards my head. I mumbled and half smiled at him before I turned and walked away. A quote came to mind: Between stimulus and response there is a space. In that space lies our freewill and thus our destiny. 25 years later I'm glad I made that choice not to put greasy sausage things in my body and instead to search out seek things that heal me and protect me from instead of causing the dreaded "fat neck syndrome."
It was at that time I had embarked on a spiritual journey that brought me around the world. I had become a yogi and my bible of choice was the Bhagavad Gita, India's foremost book on universal truth. I was all about transformation, change, and evolution. I wanted to transform. I wanted to see if Ii could change the current of where Ii was headed genetically, spiritually, & culturally. I remember the conversation I had about it with my mother a, short old Italian lady from Willliamsburg, Brooklyn.
"We take on different bodies according to our desire and our meditation." I said, paraphrasing the Gita.
"Do you mean we are going to die and come back as a cow or something?!"
"No mom, don't even think of it like that. We don't die. We just observe. Always. Our bodies and the minds just change according to our activities, our passions, and our habits."
It's really easy to dismiss something like reincarnation as other worldly, far fetched or new agey when you think of dying and coming back as a cow, so Ii pressed on, giving a more down to earth analogy that she could relate to.
"Remember when I was little and you'd warn me about hanging out with bad kids - because they'd have a bad influence on me.?"
She remembered and immediately said repeated her famous quote in her Brooklyn dialect, "If you hang out with trouble, -you become trouble! It's true!" she warned as she had since I was 6 years old.
"Exactly! The company we keep creates our consciousness. Our friends, our spouse. Whomever we have in our circle of close people influences who we are and what we become." This time she nodded.
"But it's not only that," I continued, “, "everything that we consume creates us. It creates our new body and mind. As soon as we are hungry we have a choice (here's that 'stimulus and response' quote from above). Whatever we choose to eat creates us and either assists us to evolve or devolve on an evolutionary scale." I was on a role so I didn't stop. " It's not only what food we eat but what we put in our eyes. Our ears. The movies we watch. The books we read. They are all creating us. They are all creating our new bodies and mind at every moment. We are changing every moment and creating a new body with every thought, morsel of food, sound and activity.
"Sound makes us change bodies?!"
"Sure. Don't you think hearing the sounds of Brooklyn every day are going to change your consciousness as opposed to you growing up in.....the Grand Canyon. Don't you think you create a different mind growing up in peace? Sound too creates us."
I think she got it.
There is a concept taught in the ancient histories of yoga. It's said animals get no karma or reactions for their actions. If I slap a tiger and he bites me he doesn't get any bad karma for biting me. That's what tigers do. In the in the human species we are responsible for our actions. If somebody slaps me, I have an opportunity to react in many ways. I could slap him back. It could come from a base feeling of revenge, anger and hostility. It could be rage. Or I could give a thoughtful stare. I could wonder what got into this guy to make himthem slug me, and I could ask him if he is alright. Ask him how he is. Each choice grants me a different reaction. Advancing in the yoga system means training ourselves to take more space after stimulus and , before response - to act in a way that let's us evolve. Can we use our higher consciousness instead of our lower consciousness?. Be in control of our thoughts, our choices, instead of acting on auto-pilot?. If so, we can evolve instead of devolving.
Yes, you can devolve. I've had days, even years where Ii felt, "God! I've really devolved this year! I use to be up there but now I'm down here! What's happened to me?" It's true, we can either grow intoas more conscious, caring, enlightened beings, or we become more bound toup in the material world. More animalistic (in every bad sense of ‘animal’). More reactive. Impulsive. Trapped. More frustrated within our bodies and minds. Frustrated by lower passions and desires that produces grief and disappointment.
Therefore the yogi is constantly thinking, "How can I live in such a way to surround my senses with things that will enlighten my consciousness and not degrade the consciousness? What am I letting into my universe? Into my senses? Whom and what do I have to cut out and what do I have to add in order to grow? To evolve? How can I create more space between stimulus and response?
ex-punk, ex-monk, yogi, husband, father to four, inversion ambassador. detox junkie. evolution assistant. coalesced by kirtan. cacao consumer. reciter of Gita. animal friendly. transcendence in training. full contact fighter. devours durian. likes to chant. likes a challenge. servant of the servants. harmonium hugger. conscious of Krishna.
The following is a Śrīmad Bhāgavatam class given by H.H. Bhakti Charu Swami on 16 May 2009 at Hillsborough, USA.
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Śrīmad Bhāgavatam 7.9.16 - Chapter 9: Prahlāda Pacifies Lord Nṛsiḿhadeva with Prayers
The following is a Śrīmad Bhāgavatam class given by H.H. Bhakti Charu Swami on 16 May 2009 at Hillsborough, USA. To download the lecture, right click on the download link and choose either ldquo;Save link asrdquo; or ldquo;Save target asrdquo; Śrīmad Bhāgavatam 7.9.16 - Chapter 9: Prahlāda Pacifies Lord Nṛsiḿhadeva with Prayers