Mayapura, West Bengal
When I was a pre-teen, I loved my peanut butter and jam sandwiches. It wasn't just the flavor of the creamy nuttiness or the sweetness, color and luster of the jam. It was the sensation of dipping the shiny knife into the peanut butter jar and then the smooth sliding of the substance on the slice of wonder bread that delivered optimistic joy even before the succulent first bite was achieved. It was the 'spread' that was an intrical part of sense pleasure.
Now, the word 'spread' is very commonplace in our circle of monks. This nomenclature is identified with the sharing of Krishna consciousness in it's multifarious forms.
Spread is also something you do with your bed sheet at night when you go to rest, although these nights you sleep with no bed covers of any sort. The natural dress code for the guys is a gamsha (lower body wrap), bare chest and you spread every limb out under the rapid propeller of ceiling fans.
then we hear of the 'spread' of virus. It's an outbreak of measles or chicken pox amongst youngster pilgrims. This is not a nice thing to happen in the dhama (sacred space).
Sharing or 'spreading' divine consciousness however is our real business. The five day Guru Seminar course I'm taking has much to do with the transmission of knowledge, assimilating and then spreading that information. When you do apply this spreading it definitely tastes better than a peanut butter sandwich.
My last message on the word 'spread' is to please implore you all to spread the news about Siddha Vidhya's departure. Yes, my dear friend, who's a student of our guru, Srila Prabhupada, passed away yesterday. He was a devotional pillar in our Miami community. Pray for his safe journey home, please!
8 KM
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