Friday, 24 November 2017

Wednesday, November 22nd, 2017

Newark, New Jersey

Daring?

“Life is a daring adventure or not at all.”  Helen Keller

The above is a quote by an amazing woman—a quote I picked up from the screen on the United Airlines on my journey back to Canada.  That journey involved a seven hour stopover at La Guardia Airport.  It was difficult trying to see an adventure coming out of hanging around a busy airport.  If you can’t extract excitement out of a day, then some dynamic is likely to make a little fun out of it.

For starters, as I went through security, I lost my phone.  It was with me five minutes earlier on the skytrain.  The folks at the security check sent me all over the place.  “Check with the people in the red suits.”  So I did.  I went here and there.  Finally we found it was with security.  The phone had slipped out of my bead bag before entering the screening machine and it had just literally fallen through the cracks.

Okay, my vital device was found.  I had no panic attack.  A swami must keep his cool.

While waiting that long wait, a fellow came up to me and asked, “So what kinda monk are you?”  I’m sure he wasn’t implying whether a ‘controlled’ one or not.  It was an inquiry more along the lines of, “What order do you belong to?”

“I’m a Hare Krishna.”

“Oh yeah?  I used to visit you guys in Boulder, Colorado.  I’d sing and dance.  The food was great….”

Anyway, those two incidents were the bright lights in my day.

May the Source be with you!

0 km

Tuesday, November 21st, 2017

Buenos Aires, Argentina

Last Day in BA

Antonio, one of the novice monks, took me around to the quieter streets before class.  Antonio, like many members, is of Italian origin.  The city, Buenos Aires, seems to be smartly laid-out.  I say that as a walker, and not a driver.  There are plenty of parks and trees lining the streets.  That is always good.

The class, delivered by myself once again, focused on Narada Muni’s words to his students, the Pracetas.  Narada is one of those all-time favorites of monks. He was expert at disseminating wisdom.  There is this incredible waterfall in the state of Washington, high on a mountain, and it is named after him.  I was stunned to see that and the plaque which identifies his name as a Hindu saint, or mystic.  https://youtu.be/T3LC95dyRZk

In today’s verse, from Canto 4 of the book, Bhagavatam, we learn of him saying that the source of self-realization is God Himself.  In other words the Supreme is motivated to assist souls in their effort to free themselves from this worldly entanglement.

Of course, not all souls in this world are interacted in such a liberation, being somewhat conditioned in their cozy situations.  People tend, too often, to be lost in their subjectivity, forgetting that a human has a mandate beyond just being in the survival mode.  It appears that many folks trolley their way to a more zombie-like approach to life, through various intoxicating methods.  I’m afraid it dulls the brain.  https://instagram.com/p/Bbqi0VeF8pD/

We don’t need that do we?

May the Source be with you!

7 km



Monday, November 20th, 2017

Buenos Aires, Argentina

Before and At the Park

After a chilled-out theatre workshop with those inclined, as well as the less inclined to such an exercise, all participants felt more apt to go at it during a future opportunity.  Theatre can be therapy.  You thrust your soul out into an irregular scenario.  You imagine yourself to be someone else and hang your own identity onto a hook for a while.  You explore new motives and fresh agendas.  You may not have liked the new territory but it was a good exploration nevertheless.  It’s a form of soul transmigration.  https://instagram.com/p/BbwoYJ0l83C/

As you probably realize, I see the wonders of drama.  It is an equal to my walking, which today measured out to be just over 5 km.  It was in Holland Park that a few of us ventured for a loosening up of limbs and an apparent clearing of the mind.

We sat at a park bench, by the white geese, some afloat and some grass-bound.  They do leave their mercy droppings which are substantial in size.  One of our co-walkers mistook them for dog dung.  “No, my friend, Seva Kunj, I know from Canada the size of geese poop.”

It was on that park bench that I shared with the group the topic of the importance of japa.  “Japa is therefore a wholesome thing.  It becomes that special time to communicate with the Absolute.  There might not always be such an encouraging endeavor or atmosphere around you for picking up those japa beads, but if you feel that call of duty and act on it, you will, in time, see the results.”

May the Source be with you!

5 km