Mumbai, India
The Little Ones On Board
My flight from Toronto
to India was direct, no stopovers.
Hallelujah! But not all passengers
aboard Air Canada Flight 046 were happy campers. It seems that on any airlines taking you to
Mother India, there are going to be lots of babies. It becomes well known during the descent of
the aircraft. The mouths of the little
ones become so obvious. They might be
classified as ideal meditation crashers.
Personally, I love the
sound of those future leaders. The
crying is simply a voice that says, “I’m coming and I’m coming to impact
you.” With every new generation, we can
anticipate major contributions along the way, in addition to compounding an
already crazy world.
In fact, we live in the
age of Kali according to our Vedic teachings.
It’s a time of dark thinking and doing.
On the bright side, members of this malevolent time can know that
through quiet meditation, or even a happy boisterous one, as in kirtan, that a redeeming and uplifting
experience can be felt.
I’m ever so grateful
to my guru, Prabhupada, who came from India to the west to make the kirtan or chanting investment. While going through customs, after landing in
Mumbai, I had my preoccupation in japa,
chanting on the beads. Believe me, the
queue is long and I don’t have to bear as much anguish like others. I noticed at least the babies in Mummy or
Daddy’s arms are also quiet now. May
they use their potent lung-power as a dovetailing to spiritual practices down
the road.
Yes, the human voice
is made for kirtan.
May the Source be with
you!
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