Sisters and a Brother
Toronto, Ontario
She has been or continues to be a good sister. Her name is Ksiracora (pronounced Keer-chore) and I say “has been” from the point of view that she will be moving away to the province of BC. She will come to visit her friends in Ontario in the future. A gathering at a small vegan café was the venue for a going away party.
She worked hard with the rest of us, selling lollipops on the street, raising funds for the down payment on the current temple, a century building. We were all young then. I first met her on the street in the summer of ’73. She and her friends were so energetic and wholesome-looking. I saw them and thought “What good karma kids they are!” I invited them to our ashram. They came and their lives turned around. She was 17 at the time and she looked very pretty (even a brahmacari, monk could see that), and she still is even now in her grandma years. Her soul is even more beautiful.
Earlier on in the day, another sister came within the purview of my day. Both sisters are called sisters because we share the same guru father, Srila Prabhupada.
This second sister, Bhadra Priya, who also has a beautiful soul, is struggling with cancer. It is confirmed that her days here on the earthly plane are limited and she is doing her utmost to make the final days the most spiritually saturated of all. We pray for her because she deserves all the love and respect. She worked very hard for the mission. She is very pure and courageous.
She and I received our diksa (initiation) from Prabhupada at the same time. It was on a Saturday afternoon in the fall of ’73. Our priest was Sri Pati, a Krishna devotee from the UK. It was about the quietest ceremony even seen on Earth. There was the sacrificial fire, Sri Pati, Bhadra Priya, and I. Once in a while a person would pop his or her head in to see how all was going on.
She is doing everything just right – hearing, chanting, looking at the archana (deity) and associating with like-minded friends. She told me something shocking along with another sister, Nirmala. “Our god sister, Rasajna has passed on.”
“Oh my God!” I thought, “such a gracious soul.” Our guru had called her the greatest actress in the world. And she was. She played Surpanakha, the vixen from “The Ramayan” and Consort Sin in “The Age of Kali”. Bless her, Krishna!
My final God relative for the day was Rsi. He came by for prasadam (blessed food). He remembers those old times so well. He does great impersonations of characters that would visit our humble ashram on Gerrard St. Wow! Has he got details down! Rsi has had it somewhat rough in his life but he has been busy, has a good wife and a stepson.
I’m very happy for Rsi, my brother, and all the sisters previously mentioned. Their lives are all anointed because they chose the spiritual path of bhakti, loving devotion.
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