Thursday, 9 July 2020

Wednesday, July 8th, 2020

Toronto, Ontario

 

Night Mopping

 

I was on the phone with Jaya Govinda from Vancouver who said he was taking a break from the wet weather. “I went more inland to see some sun.“

 

“We have plenty here (referring more to the east). We have too much where we are and it’s a constant 30° Celsius/86° Fahrenheit, with plenty of humidity. I hope you will see Surya soon,“ I encouraged.

 

Not but two hours later, clouds rolled into the sky in Toronto. The wind and showers were awesome. I could see the upper parts of trees dancing. They reminded me of Chaitanya and his monk associates in dance.

 

But it didn’t last long. The sun pierced through and there was no relief in sight on that sweaty walk. The low, temperature-wise, would stay at the 29°C level. 

 

“I’m not going out,” I decided. I’ll do some cardio exercise by indoor mopping in the place of outdoor sweating. It was rewarding getting the temple hall clean, as well as the ashram on the bottom floor. It makes my heart feel clean. I get a sense of accomplishment from this, as well as a kind of work out. It’s especially gratifying to get in the corners.

 

When our guru, Prabhupada, passed away back in ’77, I recall responding to the news by getting behind the mop and going for a real cleansing, also within. It dealt with my sorrow, appeasing it somehow.

 

I’m still trying to come to terms with the departure of monk, Bhakti Caru Swami. Cleaning helps. Chanting helps.

 

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May the Source be with you!

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Wednesday, 8 July 2020

Tuesday, July 7th,2020


Brickworks Park, Toronto

 

Warriors Saint

 

In dedication to Bhakti Caru Swami 

 

It’s hard to fathom,

That it could be so,

But warriors do enter,

And charge into battle,

And may not return

A matter of death and dignity.

Because of the love lost,

It becomes a tearful time.

With the voice of guidance now gone,

An apparent vacuum exists.

Something went wrong perhaps.

Loved ones become confused,

No one can know the plan…

Emotions begin to play out

A welling of tears in the eyes

An wholesome outpour of feelings,

With friends/family around.

A figurative pool of water collects,

Leaving a surface of reflection,

Of two facesof one grieving,

A secondthe one who died achieving.

If you look deep and hard,

The warrior-saint who achieved,

Carries a magnificent smile.

And with a nodding approval,

And directional message,

He says, “Go forward!

There’s a fight to fight!

There is a world to shake!

There’s a God to love!

Don’t be disturbed!

 

May the Source be with you!

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Monday, July 6th, 2020

Toronto, Ontario

 

Tonight’s Walk and Sit

 

Tonight I met Jake who very much misses eating at Govinda’s.

 

“It’s not that having a take-out wasn’t nice. I just like eating the meal inside and sitting back and taking in the peaceful atmosphere.“

 

Jake was on his bicycle but stopped to talk. Once we finished, he was inspired to walk his bike. I didn’t ask him to.

 

The only other person who somewhat gravitated toward me was a very loud bipolar chap. He saw me in the lotus position when the breezes were so inviting. Well, the breeze blew him my way. He was open and friendly enough; spoke a mile a minute.

 

“I’m Muslim. Hey, you’re sitting in the direction of Mecca. Did you know that? The three Abrahamic religions are all part of the same family…. Do you mind praying for me? Please.”

 

He gave me his name and just went on talking.

 

“I will pray,“ I responded. And I did. He now has a mantra.

 

I’m still having the toughest time getting over the departure of Bhakti Caru Swami. It came so suddenly. Although he passed away in Florida, arrangements are being made to fly his body back to India for the last rites where he will be placed in a samadhi in Mayapura, ISKCON’s headquarters. During those thoughts I shifted myself more in the direction of the east, toward Mayapura. Maybe I’ll get the blessings of both Mecca and Mayapura. https://iskconnews.org/beloved-iskcon-guru-and-gbc-member-bhakti-charu-swami-passes-away,7419/

 

Indeed the breezes were so favourable, but my mind was disturbed at the loss of a true brother.

 

May the Source be with you!

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Sunday, July 5th, 2020

Headwaters, Ontario

 

Clean Consciousness

 

I was on two zoom calls this morning with Trinidad, Tobago, and Guyana as the first, then a second call with Brampton. During both online communications, I presented details of the first Ratha Yatra (or Festival of the Chariots) five millennia ago when people from all over Bharatvarsha (Greater India) converged at Kuruksetra during a solar eclipse. It was a massive familial reunion of the Yadu Dynasty.

 

That presentation, in many ways, was supplementary. The main focus of each conversation was with regard to His Holiness Bhakti Caru Swami, whose sudden departure from this world shocked a global community of yogis within the bhakti lineage.

 

Afterward,  a visit—that was long in the planning—to Vishal’s Caledon farm was good. There, as in the aforementioned discussions, we opened our dialogue with remembrance of a mild soul who taught us so much about being temperate amidst madness. His passing came so suddenly, though Maharaj was diagnosed as Covid 19 positive earlier in June.

 

We enjoyed a great meal prepared by Yasomati, Vishal’s wife, which was nothing short of an ahimsa-milk wonder. Their herd of Gir and Guernsey cows and bulls are protected from slaughter. A new barn is coming up for them to be completed before winter.

 

At Hockley Valley, we stopped over at Tom’s cabin on the Nottawasaga River. The water there is pristine. It flows so invitingly by his humble home. The water reminded me of our dear monk/friend, Bhakti Caru, whose consciousness was clean like that flow. David, Krishnachandra, Vishal and I bathed in the glory of the Creator’s blood-line. That bath was equivalent to a stroll of ten kilometres.

 

May the Source be with you!

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