The Burst at Amherst
Little River to Amherst, Nova Scotia
Two Royal Canadian Mounted Police stopped their vehicles out of curiosity. We chatted. They were familiar with our Hare Krishna order. Then outside Shipley’s Monuments, where they sell tombstones, Dave, the owner, caught my eye as I proceeded west.
“Where are you from?” He asked in a friendly tone. We talked of many things, including tombstones, and of life and death. In our community, we would likely not provide much business for Dave because we basically cremate our parish people. Dave was not concerned with anything but the fascination of the pilgrimage undertaken. After I left him to hit the road again, he proceeded to call his buddy Donald who told his buddy. Through word of mouth I suddenly had all these friends to talk to as they met me at the road.
Lilly Ann was walking and spotted monk, Matt, and I on the street in Amherst. We conveyed to her what we did the others, that this is a therapeutic walk meant to purge the soul, “Please try this Hare Krishna mantra.”
Truly intriguing for me was to meet Dave of the Amherst Daily Paper. He picked up on the purpose of the trekking as a way to explore who you really are. I took that cue as a way to say that we are spirits. We are not humans, black, white, male, female, Buddhist, Christian or Hindu. We are a spark of life, moving on, trying to make good, being conscious of the Creator, loving Him, and seeking ultimate freedom.
There was one more Dave today who interviewed me right in the studio of CKDH 101.7 FM radio station. We got to speaking about the soul’s motion from body to body and that we have this golden opportunity as a human to work at perfecting to the fullest capacity, our potential. I mentioned to him that I chant for 3 hours each day on my japa beads. He was astounded. “Three hours?” he repeated. I walk 6 hours each day so 3 hours of chanting is easy.
The Amherst area was the best yet for receptivity. In the beginning of the day I conveyed to Matt, “You know, here in Nova Scotia people are rather reserved. Even the police haven’t stopped. By responding to a call that I might have escaped from a local penitentiary where the guys dress in orange.” This has happened several times in the past. So here we are, the day started with the meeting between two mounties and a monk, and everything rolled out just great from there.
This portion of the first leg of walk four ends here. I will reconvene at the New Brunswick border in the spring of 2012. All goes well. Om tat sat. Daily walking reports will continue.