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ISKCON Klang, Malaysia: HG Aindra Prabhu's Immense Love for Deity WorshipBY UNKNOWN RUSSIAN DEVOTEE Many know him as King of Kirtans but very few know he had immense love for deity worship. The reason why he could put deep impressions in everyone’s heart was because of his eternal loving service to his silas and Sri Sri Radha Shyamsunder… If you really loved his kirtans please [...] • Email to a friend •  •Kurma dasa, AU: Whereforth Art Thou, Kurma?I have received a few letters wondering if I am still extant in Ye Land of Blogge, and the answer is yes. Some days it's hard enough to tackle a small portion of my To Do List what to speak of blog about it.
But thanks for checking up on me. Some semblace of regular blogging will recommence soon. • Email to a friend • •Srila Prabhupada's Letters1967 July 21: "I start for India tomorrow. I am trying for your free passage. When you come, take my trunk, tape recorder and finally my big Royal typewriter, which you must pack nicely and bring."  • Email to a friend • •Srila Prabhupada's Letters1969 July 21: "In a Krishna Conscious marriage the basic principle is to serve Krishna nicely and to help the partner advance in spiritual life. Husband and wife are true benefactors for one another and there is no question of any serious conflicts or separation."  • Email to a friend • •Srila Prabhupada's Letters1969 July 21: "Your present engagement is very nice; neither I think that you can be better educated in the universities. Unless a man is Krishna Conscious, his external advancement of knowledge has no value."  • Email to a friend • •Srila Prabhupada's Letters1969 July 21: "The hippy philosophy is nice in that they are disgusted with materialistic life. Therefore they want to renounce. Unfortunately, they have no good leader, neither they have information that there is another beautiful life in Krishna Consciousness."  • Email to a friend • •Srila Prabhupada's Letters1970 July 21: "My Dear Sri Poddarji, I hope by this time you are feeling well. Regarding the books, please excuse me. I cannot charge price from you. Please keep them in your study room - that will engladden me."  • Email to a friend • •Srila Prabhupada's Letters1971 July 21: "Yes, it is encouraging news that he is favorably inclined toward giving us land in Raman Reti. Another nice news is that all of you women are going out daily for preaching. Very good. Continue it whole heartedly."  • Email to a friend • •Srila Prabhupada's Letters1967 July 20: "I am feeling too much to return to Vrindaban at the lotus feet Vrindaban Behary Lord Krishna; and therefore I have decided to return to India immediately. I would have liked to return via sea, but in my precarious health that is not possible."  • Email to a friend • •Srila Prabhupada's Letters1967 July 20: "The Holy Name of Hare Krishna is now being chanted not only in America but also in England, Holland and Mexico, that I know of. It may be even more widespread. Therefore it is a need that this movement must be spread. It is glorious for India and glorious for Hindu Religion."  • Email to a friend • •Srila Prabhupada's Letters1969 July 20: "To understand Radha Krishna's Pastimes, that is our aim, but we should not indulge in this at present. Unless one is highly elevated it is risky. We have so many other things to discuss; what is the soul, what is bhakti."  • Email to a friend • •Srila Prabhupada's Letters1969 July 20: "Krishna Consciousness is not brought to America in an altered form. It is the bonafide process. If you continue to associate with the devotees you will see practically how you are making very, very nice spiritual advancement."  • Email to a friend • •Srila Prabhupada's Letters1973 July 20: "So you have sufficient engagement there? Because if we are not full time engaged then the mind is free to do its fickle business. Maya will immediately enter - we do not even have to call her."  • Email to a friend • •Srila Prabhupada's Letters1973 July 20: "We want all our foreign language books to be translated by devotees. If a nondevotee tries to give his interpretation, you know well the havoc which can result. For the duratma, Krsna is very difficult."  • Email to a friend • •Srila Prabhupada's Letters1973 July 20: "I am awaiting anxiously your report on my meeting with the Emperor of Japan. As to when I shall be able to go, in September I will stay in L.A. Then whenever you call me to Japan I shall be able to go."  • Email to a friend • •Srila Prabhupada's Letters1973 July 20: "You proposed to move to another building but I do not appreciate this idea. Go directly to the Columbia Club building so we can purchase and move directly there. I am praying to Krsna that He will favor you with that new house for conducting His preaching work."  • Email to a friend • •Doyal Gauranga dasa & Gadadhar Pandit dasa, NYC: Intro to meditaiton
 • Email to a friend • •ISKCON Melbourne, AU: Daily Class - Yamuna Lila MatajiSrimad Bhagavatam 11.22.30 - Sleeping consciousness is false. True consciousness is Krishna consciousness. • Email to a friend • •Bharatavarsa.net: Book distribution seminar: Krishna immediately recognizes a preacherletter, December 11, 1975 "The Sankirtana devotees are very dear to Krishna. Because you are doing the field work of book distribution, Krishna has immediately recognized them as true servants. Just like during war time, a farm boy or ordinary clerk who goes to fight for his country on the front immediately becomes a national hero for his sincere effort. So Krishna immediately recognizes a preacher of Krishna Consciousness who takes all risk to deliver His message. • Email to a friend • •Bharatavarsa.net: Bhakti Vikasa Swami: the roots of entanglement in the material worldare: argument, false prestige and lack of discrimination. >>> Ref. VedaBase => SB 5.13.22 • Email to a friend • •Maddy Jean-claude Durr, New Govardhana, AU: A Journey Across to Poland: [P8] Unstuck in Ustronie MorskieTuesday 13th, July 2010. I passed HG Prahlada Nrsimha Prabhu in the halls, for the first time this year.. I paid my obeisances and greeted him warmly. Our illustrious astrologer was back to deal out the fate and we were all eager to be back in his association. I was in the bathroom, later in the morning, and I heard some great cries from the Gymnasium. "Haribol! Haribol!" I wondered what all the celebrations were? Later I found out that it was HG Tribhuvanesvara Prabhu's (ie Tribi's) birthday today and the crowd was going wild with spiritual appreciation. It was finally that time of the morning when the harinam buses were leaving for Ustronie Morskie. I was in my room and I thought "why not?" Moments later I was piled on the bus, off to taste the nectar. We piled out at the old, familiar site. HH Indradyumna Swami stepped out onto the field. Maharaja wasn't on the last harinam that I attended so I was happy to see him today, armed with his camera (facebook false ego!). HH Bhakti Vaibhava Maharaja was also here and I felt the inspiration of the added purity. Tribhuvanesvara was in a celebratory mood, which showed in his kirtana leading. I had been missing harinams with Tribi, going down the Cross in Australia (Kings Cross, Sydney), with our merry batch or brahmacris and matas from Govindas. Now he was leading the way here in Poland, with almost ten times the number of devotees, decked out in all sorts of decorations and vibrant colours. We made our way down to the sand; at first, I didn't know what to do with my shoes. I was about to attempt tucking them into my dhoti, when I saw Visnu Puri (harinam service charge) with two big garbage bags. All the devotees, in a robotic routine, deposited their shoes into the bag. I quickly followed the example and made my way back into my spot in the party. We danced down the beach edge. The water lapped up at our ankles, and soaked the edge of our dhotis and saris. It was a little awkward, weaving in and out of countless people and sand castles but I soon had the hang of it. It was a totally different flavour to any harinam that I had experienced. The people responded with great enthusiasm and familiarity. We marched all the way up the coastline. When we made it to the end, we turned around and went back, past our entry point and down to the other end. There were thousands of people on the beach, catching the dull rays and the cool northern waters. We rested for a while, in the shade, and then HH Vaibhava Maharaja led the chant. HG Adikarta Prabhu played the accordion and we made our way up to the streets. I danced enthusiastically and tried to keep up with the insane beats. My arms were virtually paralyzed by the end, having wampers as my instrument. Vaibhava Maharaja handed over the lead to Adikarta Prabhu and he marched to the front. HH Vaibhava Maharaja caught my attention and pointed towards my instruments. I thought he wanted to take them so I tried to hand them to him. He shook his head and I realized that he was encouraging me to play. I forced my body to keep on going, just for a little longer, and then I tasted the bliss. We came to a raging finish at the site and the devotees put in the remainder of their fading energy into the mixture of dance and instruments. This is what Indradyumna Swami must have meant when he said "end on a high note". HG Prahlada Nrsimha Prabhu was back so his Astrology tent took on it's old, familiar atmosphere. There were crowds of devotees and a flourishing social scene. The devotees came for the great Krsna katha and friendly environment that manifested, as well as the occasional insightful words of Prahlada Nrsimha Prabhu's intergalactic wisdom. This was a cosmic mix that was the Astrology tent. Pulkit and Sri Nama returned from the store. They had a gift for me. They found a miniature, novelty sign that read "AGENT Bogus". It was a perfect statement, both a jesting insult and a comical compliment. I was the Agent by my own personal quality (of bogusness) and I was also given the authority to deem others under the rule of the Agent (ie call people bogus). There was to be no more non-bona fide behaviour without the yellow sign's appearance, emerging from my bag and being presented to the culprit. I was also not free to perform such acts myself without a verbal request for me to present the sign for my own benefit. This was to be an all tour gag that was going to bring comical relief for many days to come; such is the madness of tour. Tribhuvanesvara Prabhu was introducing an act onstage. All of a sudden there was a loud "ZAP…POP…BANG!" I checked my instruments as Indradyumna Swami asked "what happened?" "The power went out" I replied, "it must have been the generator." Dominik ran to the scene and we put the show back on the road, hoping that this would be the last power cut. Next onstage, we had our band. They were playing for some time and then the generator stopped again. After the band, we had our Govardhana play. In the first five minutes of the play the power went out again! Raksana, one of the leaders of security, was called. Whilst the power was out one of the harinam speakers had been allegedly stolen. Raksana was desperately seeking out the culprit while Cidananda Gaura was suggesting: "oh no. When they contact Raksana that means it's something really serious." Later we found out that it was Cidananda Gaura, who was taking the speaker onto the stage for Tirbi to use. Due to the onsets of the power outs Maharaja wasn't happy; "this is the worst show ever" he said. Tribi came back onstage and announced a few minute break from the stage show. Dominik planned the time out so we could fix the generator. The power was back and running in no time, hoping now that we would be totally free of the problem. Tribi started Nandalal and all the kids were on the stage dancing and chanting. All of a sudden… "ZAP..POP..BANG!" In the spirit of "the show must go on" Tribi kept the kids singing and dancing without the assistance of his microphone, whilst the others tried desperately to start back up the generator. Nandini Mataji came on the stage next. She was holding her son, Alexander and the hand of another young child. There was a whole dialogue in Polish and then, for some strange reason, the child began to sing the Polish national anthem. All the audience rose from their seats in allegiance. It was strange but that was the last I heard of it. We had the magician onstage, playing his Krsna Love track. He danced around until the power went out, again!? Maharaja was looking at the schedule; "This is a bad line up" he said. The Gita play was next. We watched Radheya in the dance scene, trying to unravel a whistle from two sets of sunglasses, one of which was attached to his head. Maharaja repeated his comment on the bad line up and I could tell he was pretty upset; Ustronie Morskie, after all, was his favourite festival. After Gita, Tribi didn't appear onstage straight away. "Where's Tribi?" said Maharaja, in an unhappy mood. Maharaja, for the fourth or fifth time, commented that he didn't like the line up. To make matters worse, we were behind schedule. For the end of the show, Tribi was introducing acts at lighting speeds. My hand was on the dial, poised, and I kept good time with our gracious MC. I thanked the Supersoul for quick direction, so that I wasn't caught out and my false ego exposed. Dina Dayal's act came on with a new tone, having his two Brahmana servants clad in black dhotis and chadas. It was a rather spooky spectacle but had an amazingly flavourful effect. The lecture was about to begin. I was having difficulty with the desk for the past few festivals; I could never get a visual read on the signal level and therefore couldn't tell if the microphone was working when HH Indradyumna Swami wanted to speak. Tonight was no exception and the devotees onstage tried to make some adjustments to compensate. In the end, I had no idea which channel gate to open for Maharaja to be heard, so I opened all of them. Maharaja was speaking and then there was a loud "POP…BANG." I checked my instruments and the power was still on. I looked onstage, at the confused devotees, and I noticed that someone had just plugged in a wire to one of the open channels. I had left the channels on in my panic state and thus it was my error that caused this confusing sound. I switched off all the excess channels, feeling a little humbled but relieved that the power didn't turn off at the crucial point of the show. The kirtana came on in due time and we finished off our shift. On the way to the bus, Pulkit pulled me over to the side of the festival site and presented me with my first (for this tour) Radhe Syama (the most awesome sweet on tour). Last year I had a bit of sweet tooth, which was exemplified by my intense Radhe Syama addiction. This year I was attempting to be a renunciate, a brahmacari in externals and generally a cheapskate. I thanked Pulkit, letting him know that this was my first Radhe Syama but he simply wasn't convinced of the fact. He merely presumed, due to my tainted reputation, that I had been endlessly indulging my senses on numerous occasions this year. We had another wild and unregulated kirtana on the bus. It was transcendental in a very sarcastic kind of way. Everyday we, the youth, were feeling the urge for maturity but we would never be able to control our senses for long enough to implement this initiative. The kirtanas would start off sweetly and then end in giggles and shouts. It seemed a little inappropriate but was let slide in the notion of "no hard and fast rules". I took the notion to another level when I was back in base; I had a shower before bed and engaged in another silly kirtana in the shower block. A few of the harinam party was there and we all sung a kirtana in a high octave, which reverberated around the dinky shower block. I went back to the room, where all the boys were hanging out, and we had a long sat sanga in the pitch black, before someone decided it was bedtime. We curled up and readied ourselves for another day.
Wednesday 14th, July 2010. I woke up, still a little tired. I hit the snooze, knowing that any minute I would most likely receive a personal wakeup call from the Swami. "Rise and shine boys" came the familiar voice of HH Indradyumna Swami. HH Bhakti Vaibhava Maharaja was giving class this morning so I presume Maharaja didn't want us to miss it. Nonetheless I was kneading three hundred samosas so I couldn't quite make the class. Braja also couldn't make it, announcing that he was sick. We gave him his rest and gave him his space (for our own survival as well. You don't want to catch anything on tour! ) We ate cakes with chopsticks for breakfast (figure that one out) and Ganga Mata came out for an announcement; "Please bring your passports to the library. The police are here, just like last year." I doubted that it was anything like last year. The boarder control usually come, each year, and process all the passports, just to check everyone is legitimate. Last year, however, they were tipped off, by an anonymous source, that the devotees had drugs. They assembled all the devotees in the Gymnasium, as they did a drug raid on the school (obviously finding nothing). This year we merely casually lined up and showed them our documents. I decided to bring my laptop down (knowing that japa would just be a farce with all the social activity) and we all congregated around the screen, looking at the latest photos Maharaja had put on facebook. We waved goodbye to Braja, who was staying behind to recover, and we boarded the bus to the festival. We sat at the festival site and the harinam soon returned. The harinam brought with it a most blissful atmosphere, and one could not help but rise up to chant and dance. Gurudeva was still snapping away photos and he snapped one of me, casually singing from the sound tent. We started the show late, so they could attempt to fix the generator once and for all. Dominik had finally started to produce some tangible results from his light programming. Today we received a little preview of his work. Subbudhi Raya Prabhu had taken Braja's shift for the day and he was on the prowl, nervously ensuring nothing wrong happened in the stage show line up. The power went out again. What was the problem this time? I thought they fixed it this morning? Apparently the petrol had run out and it took them a little longer to start up. It was all up and running just in time for Lilamrta Two, one of the many stage dramas in Festiwal Indii. I laughed as the big Gorilla, Dvivida, paraded through the audience. This was almost as amusing as Syama, who was playing one of Kamsas wrestlers, and his dhoti coming undone. His costume was now a "rudy-noody" wrestler, dancing around with a club, fighting Krsna and Balarama. His dhoti appeared like a cape and the whole incident brought us many laughs in the sound tent. The show went on. We had our magician come back onstage and give a super long magic show. He was dancing around the stage, with his strings and trap doors. At one point he stuck a sword through the throat of his translator. Next, we had Dina Dayal's old stick routine. Devaprastha was no longer performing with Dina Dayal so now there were some old elements coming back. While the show was going on, Nandini Mataji was talking with Maharaja about Sankya group and other integral aspects of this year's show. Maharaja was wiped out. He was still fried about the line up. He lay his head down on the bench at one point and seemed to rest a little. I could tell that he was really pouring his heart and soul into this festival tour. There was a drum workshop next, onstage. Cid managed not to plug three out of four of the microphones, which Dominik had a little bit of a chuckle at him about. The drum workshop was good for people who liked to count beats, those who were musically inclined, but I don't know how the estranged Polish audience saw it. The crowd thinned a bit throughout the performance, which added more to Maharaja's anxiety. We lost a bit of the crowd while the drummers were onstage but soon the next drama came up and the seats were occupied yet again. I played the music, as Maharaja anxiously hovered over the tent. "Is that loud enough?" he asked me, and I notched up the dial a little. Maharaja's eyes were like Siva at the end of universal destruction. I really prayed that we could please him before the day was to meet its end. Sankya group came on to a massive cheer from the crowd. I was amazed at the sudden response and then I spotted the source, a few of the other Sankya group members, in the front, edging the others on. HH Indradyumna Swami asked "am I on next?" It was a funny question; he was asking if he was going to lecture onstage but the way he said it was like as if he was simply another of the many acts on the set. Maharaja stepped up for lecture. There were no indicators on the mixing desk so I just prayed that all the sound worked. He spoke and it came through - what a relief. Maharaja began to propound that great Vedic knowledge that was the very basis of the festival. While Maharaja was talking, Pulkit came by the tent and handed me a Radhe Syama (I was making a point not to mention Prasadam too much in this year's diary but Pulkit insisted I mention this Radhe Syama. Maybe he spiked it with Bhakti Shakti or something). It seemed he had been on tour long enough to learn the dibs of the dab, and how to consolidate his influence on the Restaurant tent. The night ended to an awesome kirtana, accompanied by Dominik's new light show. Everything seemed to be rolling on and hopefully we'd see a smile on Gududeva's after this, if it all worked out.
Thursday 15th, July 2010. I neglected my alarm in the morning, setting it later for a snooze. Maharaja woke us up with his usual: "rise and shine". I was lucky that Maharaja did wake us up because my snooze wasn't working and if it wasn't for Swami Maharaja (as we called him in Australia) then I would have missed the samosa shift. Maharaja turned to Braja; "Braja are you feeling well? We missed you yesterday." I was happy that Maharaja was looking out for his lovely stage director, who was a little under the weather still. The day before I was mixing samosa flour with cold butter from the fridge (normally they soften it out a bit first), which was tolerable, but today I was mixing frozen butter. I had three hundred samosas to knead today and every butter block, almost, had to be cut into little pieces before I could work it in. I heard some news through the Gaura Mohana grape vine. He mentioned that Rasikendra Prabhu, head of the Restaurant, had to siphon fuel from the generator the day before. The fuel had been corrupted by water and they suspected sabotage. Although most of the public very much appreciate the Festiwal Indii, there are still some negative influences over Poland, coming in the forms of religious discrimination and other such predeceases. The nation of Poland is Catholic, some being very favourable and others considering us the devils, and there are also many gangs in Poland, with their mixed opinions of who they consider inimical. Such religious fanatic fundamentalists were on the list of the usual suspects, as well as skin heads, and whatever other crazy menaces there were in the crazy country of the Poles. We made our way to the Ustronie Morskie. The festival came on its way yet again. The generator was still giving us a hard time, going out in the middle of Lilamrta. When the power returned, I mixed the sound track back in and the whole thing went on as before. Radheya and Govinda Dev stepped onstage and played the notorious Canura and Mustika. We laughed as they developed their comical wrestling regime. Sankya group came onto the stage. Maharaja made a comment, using a word I have never heard before. I nodded dully, while I secretly tried to look up the meaning on my computer (with no success). We had a little chat, which was sweet. It was nice to have the Swami so close and seek that intimate association but I was always on guard not to make any offence. Today Dominik was sorting out the smoke machines. He had sorted most of his lighting out and now it was time to add the finishing touches. This year's lighting show was going to be the best yet, with all the old lighting replaced with new, advanced technological components, and all of it was tied under the safeguard of Dominik's creative licensing and the additional intelligence of a CPU. The Yogis performed in front of a backdrop of red and yellow rays, jetted through a thin haze of smoke. Dina Dayal emerged from a smoky dream and started to wail his stick around menacingly. The Gita play began. The Gita track was now being played from my computer, which was increasingly uncomfortable. I normally write on my computer so I try to make a conscious effort that it does not become part of the mixing paraphernalia, but today Dominik insisted. I played the track, nearly forgetting to give the actors sound monitors so they could hear what they were doing. I had to use my computer, while it was a player, to write the epic diaries (ie these ones) and I tried my hardest not to make any conspicuous computer sounds. Eventually I failed, when I was doing a name search on my documents and there was a loud, too familiar computer noise that cried out the presence of an error. Dominik filled the stage with smoke on the Universal Form scene, making good use of his new devices. The power went out again and all the actors froze. I waited patiently, and so did the stage performers, until Dominik and the others fixed the generator. We soon had them back on their way, to complete the drama in one piece. I played my last track, which was a little scary. Braja had to run from the backstage because we were adding in a last act before HH Indradyumna Swami's legendary lecture. While the lecture went on, I found myself with Rucira Mataji and Sitala Mataji, two magnanimous Prabhupada disciples. I went over to them with some enquiry and ended up being shouted to a full course, snack feast, from the Restaurant tent. Krsna works in mysterious ways… The kirtana was going off like there was no tomorrow. Both HH Indradyumna Swami was onstage as well as HH Bhakti Vaibhava Maharaja. I was hiding in a tent, writing, whilst the tent crew was breaking down the structure around me. Ustronie Morskie had been a mortifying festival, behind the scenes, but we were quite happy to pull it off yet again. We all crammed on the bus. I had to sit in the back isle stairs, otherwise there was no room. Just as we were leaving, the back doors burst open. The bus came to a jolting stop and we were all a little startled. All of a sudden, the Aussie girls came bustling through the doors; they had nearly been forgotten. They dictated to me a poem, that they had mustered up over the tour, feeling their immanent departures in a few days. I mentally laughed at their anecdotes, catching all the classical traits of Poland, the school base, festivals and the association of foreign devotees; all the factors that make the tour unique. I spent some time with Braja, when we were back at base. He was feeling a lot better today, which was a relief for us all. We stayed up a little, making some silly jokes with Pulkit and having a great ole ball. It was all a bit too funny to be written down but it can simply be explained as "tour antics". There is only so much of the tour rasa that can go down in writing. Some of it is missed, either because it is not serious enough or in the context of writing it, it may appear as Vaisnava aparadha. At most, I can give what is available of this unlimited storehouse of nectar and simply encourage everyone to one day taste it first hand, knowing that you will never regret it in a million lifetimes. [http://maddmonk.wordpress.com] • Email to a friend • •Book Distribution News: Krishna immediately recognizes a preacherletter, December 11, 1975 "The Sankirtana devotees are very dear to Krishna. Because you are doing the field work of book distribution, Krishna has immediately recognized them as true servants. Just like during war time, a farm boy or ordinary clerk who goes to fight for his country on the front immediately becomes a national hero for his sincere effort. So Krishna immediately recognizes a preacher of Krishna Consciousness who takes all risk to deliver His message. • Email to a friend • •H.H. Sivarama Swami: Report on yesterday’s EU sponsored conference between Europe’s religious and political leaders in Brussels
• Email to a friend • •Rupa Madhurya das, TX, USA: Rathayatra 2010 - Dance by Bhakti-vriksha Children - 7/14
The Bhakti-vriksha children presented a dance about Krishna and the gopis at the Dallas Rathayatra. Dallas, TX • Email to a friend • •H.H. Sivarama Swami: Pictures from Brussels
• Email to a friend • •Japa Group: One Must Practice It Seriously
"...Chanting is very simple, but one must practice it seriously."  • Email to a friend • •Jaya Kesava Das, USA: CRAWL. . . STAND . . WALK. . . RUN. . FLY (Spirituality for Valley People)As nature would have it, every important thing in life happens in stages. Unless somewhat handicapped, progress is so natural that we often overlook it (well we seem to over look every natural thing), but by careful observation we can grow both Materially and Spiritually. This light came on a bit earlier today as I took in my daily dose of "The Nectar of Instruction".  At which point you're hopefully not a Valley child anymore but have blossomed, or are showing symptoms of blossoming into a full on spiritual person who other spiritual people can take anywhere with them. In their association you begin to discuss spiritual topics, and develop a desire to go and see the spiritual world. " Unfortunately", my inner one replied, " I understand, but to actually do it is not so easy. Sounds nice, but not so easy." "Well", I say, " if at first you don't succeed, get back on your knees, crawl a little bit, then stand again, then take baby steps and avoid tripping over things that made you fall the last time :)   • Email to a friend • •Madhava Ghosh dasa, New Vrndavan, USA: He Reasons Ill“Sometimes the liberated souls recruit disciples who then go out and preach, following the example of their spiritual master. Great souls sometimes begin movements or societies in which devotees can live and practice bhakti. And sometimes they construct temples where the public can come to see the Deity form of Lord Krsna and taste His prasadam, the remnants of food offered to Him. “Thus both by personal example and by precept, and even after their disappearance from the mortal world, the great souls help the conditioned souls who have forgotten their love for Krsna. As Srila Bhaktivinoda Thakura so eloquently put it: “He reasons ill who says that Vaisnavas die, Narada-Bhakti-Sutra 50 This thought that the Vaisnava lives on in sound was well established before any recording devices were available or even conceived of. It is about the chanting of God’s Names being eternal sound vibration, and that having ever been part of it, one is always part of it. Recently there has been the tragic accidental death of a devotee in Vrindaban, India. He has been the moving force behind the 24 hour kirtan in Vrindaban that has been going on nonstop for decades and heard by tens if not hundreds of thousands of people. Even the 24 kirtan held twice a year in New Vrindaban is an echo of his energy an example of his spreading the holy name around. Over that period of time, there have been probably thousands of hours of his kirtan recorded. I won’t even attempt to put in a link, just Google Aindra and you will find so many. So in his case not only all the previous logic to living in sound applies but even recordings of his literal transcendental sound vibrations can be heard, adding even another layer to “When thou art living still in sound!” Filed under: News, Ramblings or Whatever       • Email to a friend • •New Vrndavan, USA: Invitation To Welcome 6 Goswamis to New VrindabanDear Devotees, Please accept our humble obeisances. All Glories to Srila Prabhupada PLEASE JOIN US IN WELCOMING THE SIX GOSWAMIS
Date : 25th JULY 2010. Schedule 5:15 pm Abhishek of Sri Sri Radha Gopinath OUR PRAYER TO THE GOSWAMIS Please confirm your presence for the Occasion via email at govindapriya.rns@gmail.com or phone at 304 845 3710, so we may be able to properly serve you. • Email to a friend • •Dandavats.com: HH Subhag Swami's visit to Arizona brings rain in sultry heatRadha MadhavaHari das: Based in Mayapur, West Bengal, India, His Holiness Subhag Swami stopped over in Phoenix enroute to Laguna Beach California during his brief visit to America. • Email to a friend • •Dandavats.com: HG Aindra Prabhu - Final Update from Vrindavan
HG Aindra Prabhu often performed bhajan until the dead of night. On the night of 16th July 2010, he probably did the same, and never knew it was his last day. Probably to cook some bhoga to Deities, he ignited the gas stove unknowing the gas leakage. • Email to a friend • •H.H. Satsvarupa das Goswami: 153:47 A.M.I slept well and woke up at 2:00 A.M. I have chanted twelve rounds. The rounds were done with good speed and attention. My mind did not stray to other objects. It probably would have been better if I could have chanted them out loud but I chanted them in my mind as a precaution. Nevertheless I heard the mantras silently with a clear head. I am grateful for what I was able to do but sorry I could not do better. At least it was mantra meditation on the syllables of the names and I did it smoothly without drowsiness. Sitting in your chair • Email to a friend • •H.H. Satsvarupa das Goswami: Prabhupada Smaranam |
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