Sunday, August 14th, 2016
Those Who Came Forward
I’m back in my home-base, but still keeping up my daily walking, while fingering through my beads numbering 108, and moving my upper and lower lips--as well as my tongue--to utter the name of Krishna. Whenever I travel, these mechanical, mental and spiritual outputs are there.
I re-connected with Yonge St., the strip from Bloor to Dundas, known for its characters.
Near Dundas, a Caucasian young person, with hair pulled back to form a bun, came up to me and began talking in a rather incoherent way.
“Are you on drugs?” I asked him. Indeed he was, as he expressed so in a non-confessional way. For him, that’s his life. I mentioned to him to do himself a favour and pull out of it. “Then life can begin.”
Our conversation got cut short when another fellow, this time an Indian--who was obviously also ‘on something’--addressed me with, “Hare Krishna!” He said it several times and continued with words that made no sense. Still, he was zealous and maintained a smile for the reason, I guess, that he’s talking to a sadhu, of sorts. I indicated that I had to proceed, although I perceived he was liking the attention.
A young Black chap then came to stand in front of me, and in a facetious way, bowed at the waist respectfully, demonstrating some kind of reverence. I took the gesture to not be coming from the heart, so I didn’t take him too seriously.
As I said, “Characters!” But I wouldn’t put them down entirely. They were the ones who came forward, out of all the pedestrians on Yonge St.
May the Source be with you!