Toronto, Ontario
He Walked In
The morning class had just ended when an eighteen-year-old York University student walked in. Don is from Nigeria, and arrived in Canada when he was nine. “I was religious, close to Jesus, before I migrated with my family. What is this place anyway?” he asked.
“Well, you walked into a Krishna Temple.”
“I’m not sure how I got here!”
“You mean you were just drawn or pulled in?” I asked for clarification.
“Yes, it seems like it.”
“How did you get here?”
“By bus.”
In any event, although his coming had come mystical overtones to it, I proceeded to show him the deity of Krishna, spoke some philosophy to him about true identity, and got him to chant with me the entire maha mantraseveral times. I even picked up the mrdungadrum and played it while singing, again with him.
“Our identity is as a spirit soul. We are not these bodies. We are spirits, and our obligation is to serve.”
“So we are meant to serve?” Don asked.
“Yes!” I said.
“We are spirits?”
“Yes.” I confirmed.
Don seemed to enjoy his visit to the temple. “I’ve got class at 10. I’ve got to go. What time is it?”
“ 9:09.”
“I’ve gotta go!”
“Do come back.”
“I’m gonna try,” he said.
May the Source be with you!
5 km
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