Hamilton, Ontario
Cannot Repay
You can never repay those who enthused you
in your early devotional life. To offer
a token to an inspirationalist, Visvakarma by name, I spent a good four hours
with him in his home in Hamilton as a way to say “thanks.” Oh, we went over plenty of territory as far
as topics to discuss are concerned. For
me, I felt an indebtedness to him, the man who took the time at the college I
attended to introduce me to bhakti
concepts.
You have to ask yourself, “Where would I be
if someone didn’t show the interest and tell me I’m not the body, that my true
identity is one of being a spiritual spark of life? Where would I be if I was not informed of the
form, personality and qualities of God?
Where would I be if I was not taught the ways of seva, service which was a new focus on a way of doing things?”
To such introductions and know-hows, I was
given some direction as a twenty year old.
Tender moments they were. Four
other monks accompanied Visvakarma at that time of my encountering the Hare
Krishnas. There were Drupada,
Dustadhura, Satyahit and Ayodhyapati, now known as Bhakti Brngha Govinda Swami.
It was on a Saturday evening near Christmas
in 1972, when I came upon those strange but curious-to-me creatures with their
unusual names from the Sanskrit language.
My impression was they were radical but happy. And if my memory serves me well, it was
during a stroll I took, that those five persons became a major component to my
day’s discovery. That meeting with them,
changed my life forever.
May the Source be with you!
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