Small Band of Monks
My physical body was in T.O., T-Dot, now called The Six—according to Drake—but really, I took a mental-flying carpet all over the nation; nay—the continent; nay—the globe. By phone and e-mail, I moved about looking at how places can be helped, in a social sense.
There is a lot of pain in the world. Higher, not lower, consciousness can alter that in an incremental way. It’s amazing what a circle of monks can do.
I sat down with our small team of young monks in Canada—Prana, Marshall, Samuel and now also Karuna—planning out the month of June. For starters, the boys are planning to drive to Saskatoon, a length of some distance. The mission is to stir up the town a little for three weeks, and reap a harvest of new students. A nice Gujarati family, comprised of Kashyapa and Panchami, as well as son and daughter, had initiated a weekly program for awareness of the Divine. This has been running for eight years.
Sadly, they are to leave, since work contracts have expired and finance isn’t looking that great in the province of Saskatchewan. It is not booming at the moment. The redeeming aspect of the place is its university; it’s pretty downtown with a big beautiful river, the Northern Saskatchewan, running through it, and there are lots of friendly people.
I was envying the group of monks who were embarking at noon today for the long journey through a scenic Central Canada route. Too bad they’re not walking. It’s a 3,000 kilometre trip and they’ll miss the hidden treasures of Lake Superior’s north shore.
May the Source be with you!