Toronto, Ontario
Fresh
New Body
Kaustuba from Ohio sent me a comic image of
two monks. One is the student, the other
the master.
Student says humbly, “O Master, is it
proper for a monk to use e-mail?”
Master answers, “Sure…as long as there are
no attachments!”
I shared this laugh with the others in our
room where we hold the morning class.
Today’s was a recording of our guru, Prabhupada, speaking from the Bhagavad-gita, 2.14, giving emphasis to
the fundamentals of wisdom.
“The ultimate check is death,” he said in
regard to the verse. What is to be
considered is the lengthy journey all souls traverse through, from one body to
the next, until making good of life. The
verse is one of the strongest endorsements of the soul’s transmigration.
I recall in the summer of ’73, some months
after I joined the ranks of monks in Toronto, how a few of my hometown friends
sought me out in our humble abode at 187 Gerrard Road, in a rented house. Bill Wicken was one. He was one grade my junior in high
school. He was super curious to find out
about life’s mysteries. There was also
Ted Van Grinsvan, a family friend, also eager to know what direction to take
with this existence.
In both cases, I was making the point from
this verse—the word of Krishna—that the embodied soul continually passes from
childhood, to youth, to old age. At
death, the process continues. The atma, soul, moves on into a fresh new
body.
I don’t know if I convinced Bill and Ted of
these concepts. I wonder where they are
now?
May the Source be with you!
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