I Like My Pilgrimages
I like my pilgrimages to India, but I’m happy to be home. It’s more quiet here—less chaotic traffic. Somehow India can likely boast more inner peace within people; it's a paradox of sorts.
Where is real peace to be found? In the Bhagavad-gita, we are informed that from the highest planet down to the lowest—all pose misery. That, of course, is the design of a world to accommodate our consciousness.
Desire is powerful. Whatever you dream of and fantasize about, will most likely manifest in some shape or form within your life. Concept becomes construct—is what I see.
If that is the case, isn’t there someone out there, some super-brain who engineers things to happen?
In Sanskrit, we call such a person Jagannath, the universal Lord.
Today I was asked to send a message of goodwill to participants of this year’s Chariot Fest in Vancouver. My few words of greeting will be covered in an opening page of what’s called ‘The Souvenir’. I will inform through my words, that we will be celebrating this engineer of the universe, whom some call God.
I will include in the message that it was fifty years ago, in 1967—the summer of Love—when the first Chariot Fest in the West was staged at Golden Gate Park in San Francisco. This anniversary all happened on the Pacific Coast.
I also hope to walk in that Park, this summer, after completing my U.S. trek, which started in New York City initially.
May the Source be with you!