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Clemens Both, Germany: Aucklandsankirtan in OrewaHH Bhakti Vishvamba Madhava Swami at the Brahmacari Ashram Akrura das, Gita Coaching: ONLYOnly one life, that soon is passed; only what's done with love will last. 
ISKCON Toronto, Canada: Deity Darshan: Sunday, June 20, 2010     Japa Group: Punched Out All The Obstacles
My japa was good in fighting all the way although it was a strange way to go about it. I listened to the syllables of the holy names and punched out all the obstacles that come to good chanting such as pramada inattention, the great difficulty, and blasphemy of a pure devotee and not having faith in the scriptures and so on. From Bhajan #450  Bharatavarsa.net: Bhakti Vikasa Swami: see things as they areAs in clear, unagitated water, free from impurities, one can see everything clearly, so in pure consciousness, or Krsna consciousness, one can see things as they are. Srimad-Bhagavatam Canto 3: Chapter Twenty-six, Text 22:PURPORT Dandavats.com: Victory Day
A few days ago, early in May, I boarded Flight 677 from Warsaw to Moscow. As I looked around, I marveled at how times had changed. The Aeroflot plane was a brand-new Boeing 737, a marked difference from the one I took from England to Russia in the spring of 1989. In those days every plane in Aeroflot's fleet was well over twenty years old Bharatavarsa.net: Book distribution seminar: Mind ReaderIt was mid year marathon in Sydney city. I was distributing books outside a busy shopping mall with HG Yasodeva Prabhu. I was amazed that books were actually going out for a change. It was a strange crowd and I was throwing out every sankirtana line I knew. I saw a group of young islander girls. "Are you girls students, workers or dancers?" I said. They seemed too preoccupied to hear what I was saying but they somehow managed to catch the last line. "Oh my god, how did you know we were dancers?" they responded. (Apparently they were a dance troupe.) I had caught their attention and it was time to seal their fate. "I'm psychic" I replied. Now they were totally amazed. "Can you tell me what I am thinking right now?" the leader said. "A magician never does the same trick twice" I replied. I told them I was a monk and they were genuinely convinced I could read their minds. One even took a few paces back, almost as if to stay out of my reading radius. I decided Krsna was using his illusory potency to make these young girls interested in taking a book. I showed them a Perfection of Yoga because it looked genuinely mystical and the art work blew their minds (not that I could read that it blew their minds). They scrambled out some change and decided they would read one of these books. I then sent them on their way, even though some were still very persistently demanding me to tell them some of my monk mystic powers. Little did they know that I had done nothing and the Supersoul had simply told me what to say. Your servant, Madhavendra Puri Dasa. Love KRSNA! Book Distribution News: Mind ReaderIt was mid year marathon in Sydney city. I was distributing books outside a busy shopping mall with HG Yasodeva Prabhu. I was amazed that books were actually going out for a change. It was a strange crowd and I was throwing out every sankirtana line I knew. I saw a group of young islander girls. "Are you girls students, workers or dancers?" I said. They seemed too preoccupied to hear what I was saying but they somehow managed to catch the last line. "Oh my god, how did you know we were dancers?" they responded. (Apparently they were a dance troupe.) I had caught their attention and it was time to seal their fate. "I'm psychic" I replied. Now they were totally amazed. "Can you tell me what I am thinking right now?" the leader said. "A magician never does the same trick twice" I replied. I told them I was a monk and they were genuinely convinced I could read their minds. One even took a few paces back, almost as if to stay out of my reading radius. I decided Krsna was using his illusory potency to make these young girls interested in taking a book. I showed them a Perfection of Yoga because it looked genuinely mystical and the art work blew their minds (not that I could read that it blew their minds). They scrambled out some change and decided they would read one of these books. I then sent them on their way, even though some were still very persistently demanding me to tell them some of my monk mystic powers. Little did they know that I had done nothing and the Supersoul had simply told me what to say. Your servant, Madhavendra Puri Dasa. Love KRSNA! H.H. Prahladananda Swami: You can't be Spiritual and eat your Brother“You can’t be spiritual unless you give up eating your brother (animals) or your mother (the cow). (BG 7.28) ‘I am a pious person I only eat my mother on Fridays. I take a little bit out of her and whatever is left I put it back in the refrigerator’” Lecture on Srimad Bhagavatam 4.26.25 [...] H.H. Sivarama Swami: Gaura Vani dasa in New Vrndavana 24 hr kirtanaH.H. Sivarama Swami: Sivarama Swami in New Vrndavana 24 hr kirtanaH.H. Sivarama Swami: Ananta Govinda in New Vrndavana 24 hr kirtanaISKCON Toronto, Canada: Bhagavad-Gita Course Starting Monday!
He is a disciple of HH Indradyumna Swami and serves part time as Maharaja's traveling assistant, secretary and translator. Apart from his personal services to Indradyumna Swami, he spends his time conducting educational and training courses covering 20 countries on four continents. He is qualified as a Bhakti Sastri teacher, mediator and counsellor. This will be his fourth visit to Canada. Uttama Sloka prabhu will be teaching a week-long seminar on the Bhagavad Gita particularly on Chapters 13-18. Normally, Bhagavad Gita courses and seminars focus on studying the deep intricacies of the ancient spiritual text. The unique feature of this course is that it will focus on real-life applications of the Bhagavad Gita! Imagine learning real lessons from the Gita about leadership, time management and empowerment! The course will go on from Monday, June 21st till Sunday, June 27th. The course timings are: Monday, June 21st, 2010 - 6:30pm - 9:00pm Tuesday, June 22nd, 2010 - 6:30pm - 9:00pm Wednesday, June 23rd, 2010 - 6:30pm - 9:00pm Thursday, June 24th, 2010 - 6:30pm - 9:00pm Sunday, June 27th, 2010 - 10:00am - 4:00pm All programs will be followed by dinner prasadam and will be held in ISKCON Toronto. If you like to get a glimpse of what to expect at the seminars. please come for the Sunday Feast and listen to Uttama Shloka das give class! Please click here to register for the seminar. Feel free to email us if you have any questions! We look forward to seeing you at these seminars!  H.H. Satsvarupa das Goswami: 4733:58 A.M.I had a mild headache at nine o'clock as usual and subdued it. I didn't wake up until the alarm went off at 2:30, and so I'm behind in my rounds. I've only chanted four. H.H. Satsvarupa das Goswami: Srila Prabhupada on the Staten Island FerryPrabhupada Smaranam   
These are pictures of Prabhupada on the Staten Island ferry with Gargamuni and Purusottama in the late 1960s. I am positive it is the Staten Island Ferry because I lived on Staten Island for thirteen years and commuted to Manhattan for many years. I'm thoroughly familiar with the wooden seating, the windows and the refreshment stand that is partially visible in one portion of a photo. The boys are wearing winter coats and Prabhupada is wearing a full, woolen cadar so it is not summertime. I don't know the occasion of this rare trip. I know that Prabhupada went to Staten Island in the early summer of 1967 to look for a summer house to stay in to recuperate from his Memorial Day stroke. I went with him, and it was a one-day visit in which we could not find a suitable house. Prabhupada decided on a cottage in Long Beach, New Jersey, and stayed there for a week with Gaurasundara and Govinda Dasi and occasional visitors, including me. But these shots on the Staten Island Ferry are a mystery to me. Maybe Gargamuni and Purusottama would recall the occasion. How odd to see Prabhupada as a passenger on the Staten Island Ferry, and how it digs up memories of my own relationship with that ferry. Srila Prabhupada, what was your purpose of visiting Staten Island with Gargamuni and Purusottama? It is so unusual to see you in these surroundings and to conjecture what business you had on that unimportant borough of New York City. H.H. Satsvarupa das Goswami: He Went Where Krishna Sent HimI don't know where Prabhupada
He never went anywhere except on
He went out often for speaking
Once a big politician invited
We traveled maybe five hours
He went to the place in California where the
Before he came to America he
He went to Switzerland once to
He traveled without an assistant
He went to Moscow with
Once he traveled in a luxury
He went to the ghetto in
He went to Jagannatha Puri but
He left his deathbed and made
Or did he go somewhere else? H.H. Satsvarupa das Goswami: India TodayFree writeThis is an engine-driven rickshaw with its own official, broken license plate. This is technology-backward India. India has a lot of modern technology also, but side by side with India, the economically developing country, is India, the impoverished nation. Millions of people live at a low standard of living and construction is done with backward machinery. There is a lack of sharing of wealth due to corruption and lack of God consciousness. India is not the only land that this goes on but it is very prominent there. Yoga of Ecology, Bhakta Chris, USA: Germs In Soil Might Give Learning A Boost Image: krishna.com Perhaps Yasoda should not have scolded baby Krishna for eating dirt thousands of years ago? Could certain germs help you learn more easily? New research suggests bacteria could indeed, at least if you spend time outdoors and inhale or consume them. Researchers looked at mycobacterium vaccae, a kind of natural bacteria that's found in soil. People ingest or breathe in the germ when they spend time in nature, researcher Dorothy Matthews of The Sage Colleges in Troy, N.Y., said in a news release. Previous research suggested that the germ, when heat-killed and injected into mice, boosted levels of serotonin and lowered anxiety levels. Since serotonin levels are associated with learning, Matthews and her colleague Susan Jenks decided to feed the live bacteria to mice and see if they did a better job of learning a maze than control mice who were not fed the germ. The mice who ate the bacteria "navigated the maze twice as fast and with less demonstrated anxiety behaviors as control mice," Matthews said. The mice did a better job navigating the maze even after they stopped dining on the bacteria, the researchers reported, although a statistically significant effect appeared to disappear three weeks later. The findings suggest that the germs "may play a role in anxiety and learning in mammals," Matthews said, and speculated it's possible that "creating learning environments in schools that include time in the outdoors," where the germ is commonly found, "may decrease anxiety and improve the ability to learn new tasks."      Related Stories:Read more: http://news.iskcon.com/node/2857/2010-06-02/germs_in_soil_might_give_learning_a_boost#ixzz0q5hoYf24  Bhakta Chris, New York, USA: In The Monastic Community by Thomas Merton
Thanks to our friend Caitanya Mangala From The Thomas Merton Reader, edited by Thomas O'Donnell (1965) IN THE MONASTIC COMMUNITY One or two of the novices came up and smiled and clasped their hands together and made a kind of sign a prize fighter makes when he has just won a bout, to acknowledge the applause of his fans. It is the unofficial sign used at Gethsemani foe "Congratulations" and you won't find it in the List of Signs in the Book of Usages. So I smiled, and made one of the only signs I had found out how to make, which was "Thank you." It is easy to make and remember. You just kiss your hand. It goes back to the days when people used to kiss one another's hands out of politeness, and we make the same sign when we want to say "Please." And so I too sank into the obscurity, the anonymity of this big Trappist family, hidden behind the walls of a monastery of which, until a couple of years before, I had never even heard. With the white woollen habit on me, I had ceased to be a stranger - or at least a complete stranger. And that is the first thing you have to cease to be when you enter a Cistercian community. For there is no cohesion more close and more intense than that of a house full of Trappists. A Cistercian monastery is, in a very real sense, a family. And to live in it according to the Cistercian Rule and vocation, that is, according to God's will, you simply have to become one flesh, one undivided organism with all the rest of the people there. There is no escaping the fact that monks have to live together as brothers. It is forced upon them by the rule. It is one of the most essential elements in Benedictine asceticism, and the Cistercian Fathers of the twelfth century, especially St. Bernard and St. Ailred of Rielvaux, seized upon it and emphasized it still more. In fact, so marked is the importance given to brotherly love in our monastic ideal that it occupies a crucial position in the structure of Cistercian mystical theology. The ascent of the individual soul to personal mystical union with God is made to depend, in our life, upon our ability to love one another. We get up at two o'clock in the morning, and jostle one another in the dark trying to get a little water on our faces to wake ourselves up, and we hasten to choir bumping into one another all down the dark cloister. Then for the next two hours we have to stand next to someone who sings faster, or slower, or lower than we do. Or perhaps he has a cold, and we begin to catch it. We kneel down, all together, to make our mental prayer. Just as you are getting settled, and beginning to get some fruit out of your prayer, your neighbor nudges you and you have to stand up and turn on the light for him so that he can consult a book. In the canonical office you have someone next to you who turns the pages of the book too fast, and you miss half a line, and have to bend down and make the little satisfaction. In the Scriptorium, you find a book in the Common Box that begins to interest you intensely: and then someone else gets interested in it too, and every time you want it, you find that he has got there first. Out at work you may be put to saw a log with someone who just puts his head down and closes his eyes in prayer and doesn't care how he pulls his end of the saw, so that it continually jams in the log and you have to do five times as much work as usual, with practically no result. Then you go to the refectory, and your bowl of potatoes is missing, and your neighbors do not notice it. The Usages forbid you to ask for it yourself, and so you go hungry. All this becomes far more interesting when it happens that the same person is the person who coughs down your neck in the choir, and takes the book you want in the Scriptorium, and fails to get your portion for you at table: he may even make matters worse for you by proclaiming you in chapter for not turning on the light promptly when it is needed at meditation. And yet it is precisely all this that is given us by God to make us solitaries, hermits, living at peace with Him within ourselves, even though we are constantly surrounded by all the others in the community. But Cistercian life brings with it more than this negative peace. It is not merely a question of being able to live in the same house with people who might be naturally uncongenial tous: the fact is that the monks really do love one another. They really do enter into a kind of close and intimate cohesion that binds them together as true brothers. In fact, although many of them do not actually realize it explicitly, most Cistercians derive a profound consolation from the mere fact of being with the other monks. They seem not to pay any attention to one another, and yet there is a profound happiness in just being there together, sitting in the same room and reading or writing, in the presence of God Who is the only possible reason for their unity. In a way, even the weaknesses and imperfections which we all have manage to fit in harmoniously to this picture, so that one even comes to like the habits of others that first appeared to be annoying and strange. The Cistercians have carried communism to its ultimate limit. They not only hold their farm and monastery and all the things in it as common property, no one having a legitimate personal claim to anything so small as a handkerchief or a pin or a piece of paper, but they share all their failings and all their weaknesses and all their sicknesses of soul and body. Alter alterius onera portate: there are no people in the world who get be such experts at bearing one another's burdens as Cistercian monks. Watch a group of monks work together and see with what efficiency they take care of one another's blunders; if they are good monks, they will do it without a sign, without a change of expression, and so expeditiously that you will ask yourself if the mistake really happened after all. The beauty of the process is in the lack of wasted motion and the absence of fake politeness. They are kind, indulgent, and gentle about it, but it is rare that you will see anybody make a big artificial fuss over the troubles of others. Those who like to have a great deal of attention paid to their woes are out of luck if they come looking for it in a Cistercian monastery. They must learn to be content with unfailing but unobtrusive assistance, kind, generous, and complete, but totally unadorned by flattery or any of the artificialities of the world. II Now that I had become a child of this Trappist family, I looked around the room to see my home, and my brothers sitting in it. It was a fairly large room, with six large windows opening out in three directions. On one side was a three-sided court dominated by the apse of the church and the steeple and some tall cedar trees. From this side the sun slanted into the novices' Scriptorium, bathing the two big tables with warmth and light. The novices in their white cloaks sat mostly along the walls, on the low seats under which were their private boxes. A few were at the tables, writing diligent and mysterious notes on bits of scrap paper - on dissected pieces of used envelopes and the blank backs of written pages, letters they had received, and so on. They were a varied assortment, these novices. Some were young and tall and thin, others were middle-aged. Most of them were young. All of them looked intensely happy although their noses were red with colds, and the knuckles of the fingers which held their books were cracked wide open and bleeding with the cold. It was wonderful, the silence, and peace, and happiness that pervaded this sunny room, where so many men were together without speaking. Far from there being any sense of restraint, of awkwardness, of strain, you felt flooded with a deep sense of ease and quiet and restful well-being. There was absolutely no kind of tension between those who sat together in silence: they were all absorbed in their books or their thoughts or their writing. And their very activities were marked by a kind of restful quality: they were not imprisoned by any fierce concentration, not driven before the face of some storm of hurry and anxiety. Their eyes rested on the page with a quiet, detached attention; or else they looked away from the book, in thought, or they entered into themselves, or wrote something down. They were diligent, yet peaceful: busy, yet at ease, at rest. They were together, yet they were alone. They were silent, yet full of occupation: occupied, but without a trace of confusion. They were recollected, without any evidence of special concentration or strain - or at least that was the norm. There might be two anomalies, in the midst of such peace and modesty and unaffected recollection: on the one hand, your attention might be struck by someone who appeared to be working too hard to be a saint - as if it all depended on him. On the other hand, there might be one or two who were perhaps not working hard enough, as if nothing depended on them. The former would hide himself in a corner in such a way that it made him completely obvious. And the others would have a way of standing around and making signs that still smacked of "the world" - a way of holding their head up, and staring around with their mouth open, and perhaps laughing out loud. But most of these faces had lost all the toughness and tenseness and bitterness of the world, as well as the world's flabbiness and sensuality and conceit. The corners of these mouths were not drawn down by sarcasm or obscure, nervous antagonisms and fears. These brows were not plowed with angry or anxious lines. These eyes were perfectly clear. They did not evade your gaze, or reply to it with anything but the candor of skies, of lakes: they were unfathomable in their simplicity, and flickered with none of those lights that make men unhappy and afraid. And yet these were perfectly ordinary men - all the usual types you find on the street of any American town. You could pick out the ones who had probably been high school football players, those who had worked delivering groceries, or perhaps had worked in garages or soda fountains. One of them, I knew, had come to the monastery out of the Marines - he was my "guardian angel," appointed to teach me how to work the big choirbooks, and to keep me from wandering into parts of the monastery where novices were not allowed to go. One or two others had been soldiers. Some of them had been to colleges and universities. Some had come from the secular priesthood, but now the accidents of their past were being effectively ironed out of them, and they were becoming simple Cistercians, dwelling in the ample folds of their white and hooded cloaks. Yet nothing was lost that was of any value. No natural gift was lost, no natural quality was destroyed, nothing they had brought with them that could count as a talent would have to be buried here. No, everything they had was sublimated and fused into the big, vital unity of a life concentrated on the highest, the only good, in Whom all other goods are eminently contained and ultimately perfected. I realized all this in my own case, with a kind of surprise - realized that all the things I might have given up I had really retained, in so far as they were implicit in a higher good: and the wonder of it was, that in this form they continued to give me a joy that I could no longer get out of them in the world. I could no longer travel around in the countries of the world as I pleased; but a far vaster supernatural geography was to be opened up to me, in not so many days, that would make the whole world look cheap and small. I had left all my friends and the ruins that remained of my family; but I already knew that in Christ I had them all, and loved them all far more perfectly and effectively than I could by any human affection. And the point is: human affection was not destroyed, not rooted out of me, and it did not have to be, except in a metaphorical sense. My human affection for all the people I ever loved has lost none of its reality in the monastery, but it is submerged in a higher and more vital reality, in the unity of a vaster and deeper and more incomprehensible love, the love of God, in Whom I love them, and in Whom, paradoxicaly, I am much more closely united with them than I could be if I had stayed in the world, preferring their company to His. And I had given up writing. Or had I? That was the question. Everything else I had given up I retained, implicit in the higher good for which I had renounced it. Was one thing going to follow me in its proper form, or would this also follow the same way as the rest? Would I give up writing and find again all of the joy of the work which, all in all, was probably the greatest joy I had ever had short of prayer and serving God directly? As far as I was concerned, that was my intention. But I was wondering if God had asked it of me. I would see. Unpublished, from the Original Manuscript of The Seven Storey Mountain  H.H. Sivarama SwamiOne who executes Sri Caitanya Mahaprabhu’s mission must be considered to be eternally liberated. He is a transcendental person and does not belong to this material world. - Srila Prabhupada Dandavats.com: The Ill Effects Of Non-Vaisnava FoodsBy Kesava Krsna Dasa We all know about avoiding prohibited foods, but may not know why, or what effects they produce. Becoming aware of such bad effects will cause us to think extra before eating more "delicious" sin Dandavats.com: An interfaith dialogue on Hinduism and IslamLakshmi Nrsinghadeva dasa: ABTN is an educational initiative made with the support of ISKCON Bangalore Sri Jagannath Mandir Gouranga TV: Nrsimha song by Rose @ RadhadeshNrsimha song by Rose @ Radhadesh Rupa Madhurya das, TX, USA: Bhajan - New Year's Eve 2010 - Mukunda Datta das - 19/22Mukunda Datta das singing a Hare Krishna bhajan during the New Year's Eve bhajan. Dallas, TX Download: 2010-01-01 - New Year Eve Bhajans - 19 - Mukunda Datta das.mp3     New Vrindavan, USA: Bhakti Purusottama Swami visits New Vrindaban
He will speak about Pandava Nirjala Ekadasi in the temple on Monday evening, June 21st at 7:30pm. Pizza & French Fries will be served at 8:30 pm. We are fortunate to have Maharaja begin the celebration of Lord Jagannath's Rathayatra pastimes with his visit to New Vrindavan. We will observe Snana-yatra (bathing of Lord Jagannath) on Sunday, June 27th. Another announcement with more details about the festival is coming (as soon as I complete this one : ). And, New Vrindavan Rathayatra is Saturday, July 10th. Since we are making pizza Monday evening and the next day is Ekadasi, we don't want to make too much. Please email me if you plan to attend Monday evening so we can get an estimate of how much to cook. More Recent Articles |
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